My first job was culling peaches at a peach packing house in middle GA the summer before senior year in high school. I had worked the summer before as a volunteer (candy striper) at a hospital but I don't guess that counts...was only a couple days a week. The packing house was a regular work week and it paid (not a lot by today's standards but for a teenager with no financial responsibilities...wheeee)
Anyway the great thing about the peach culling job was that all my high school friends were there too. And you were allowed to eat all the peaches you wanted as they came by on the belt on the way to the boxes. The first day I ate six peaches.
I haven't been too fond of peaches since then ;-)