I recently visited the pharmacy in the small town where I grew up. It's the same place I spent years facing up shelves and mopping floors as a high school kid on weekends.
Growing up in a small town, there were few student job prospects. I started by doing farm work; to be fair, it would be better described as cleaning stalls. The job was tough, and the aroma was worse. There were also those couple years of pumping gas at a local highway gas station; it didn't smell much better. Working in a drugstore was a nice change.
