I was a mover for a summer. Hiilarious job.
I always got to drive since I was one of the few with a clean record. I also got to do all of the deliveries for the local high-end furniture store. I got those gigs because me and another guy were the only clean-cut dudes of the bunch. I also got stuck with all of the 4AM departures since I was the only one reliable enough to make it.
I still remember working with a heroin addict that would be sweating like crazy before we even started working.
A lot of crazy stories in that job. Broken stuff, stolen stuff, tight quarteres for the trucks, stuff left on curbs since the customer was so unreasonable. Ahh, those were the days.