I spent one night cleaning commercial airliner cabins at a regional airport.

Since I was would have basically unrestricted access to commercial airliners post 9/11, I had to go through serious screening to get this job. Fingerprinting, MASSIVELY invasive federal background checks, the whole 9 yards. You'd think I was going to work at the Pentagon. But that's a good thing. If someone has momentarily unfettered access to an entire jet that will be carrying a ton of jet fuel and hundreds of passengers, I absolutely want to make sure people are thoroughly vetted. It was made ABUNDANTLY clear to me, the potential consequences of fucking up this job. If I were liable for a fuck up I would be at the very least fined thousands of dollars, at worst I'd be thrown into federal prison.

So my first day passes and I get called into my supervisors office. Apparently I missed a non-sanctioned magazine a previous passenger had left in a seat back of a flight. I wasn't being fired or fined, but I was on final warning. Over a magazine. I quit on the spot.

I also forgot to mention that this job payed barely above minimum wage...

I wasn't going to bust my ass cleaning airplane cabins, risking my livelihood and freedom for a fucking pittance.