My first job, other than mowing lawns and shoveling, was biking out to the local resort after cross country practice and grinding rust off of house boat pontoons under a spot light (it was fall so it was getting dark before we finished for the day). It involved lying on the back and cleaning with acid than sand blasting the rust off while both the low concentrate acid and paint flecks fell on your face. I think minimum wage was about $3.33 an hour, so I was living well. My best friend and I did it because they were supposed to hire us full time the next summer, and then the owner ended up hiring some college friends of his son. I am feeling a bitterness I thought I had forgotten...