I'm taking a job as a contractor's assistant for the summer. Yep, I know. I'm a little long in the tooth to be working in a labor intensive field like contracting, but I have the skills, even though the job title is “unskilled labor.”
And my boss is an old friend who has recently had some shoulder trouble. He usually hires an assistant and this year he's agreed to take me on in the hopes that I’ll be able to take a bit of the strain off his shoulder.
He's also decreed that he intends to fire my sorry posterior if, at any time, it looks like our friendship is at risk.