I'm kind of undecided between the job driving for Valley Cab where I got stabbed in the shoulder in Panorama City, or the time we were locking up the Mi Casita restaurant in Hawthorne after my shift and 3 guys forced us onto the floor, shot at both of us, killing the other bartender, and torched the place while we were locked inside. Good times.
Or maybe digging out crawl spaces under houses for 2 summers was the worst...