One week after finishing high school. My father lovingly said to me,"Go to school or go to work." Bless his heart, he even got me a summer job. Our home town sewer treatment plant seperated solid waste and pumped it into shallow beds for drying in the sun. The solid waste, usually about six to eight inches deep, was loaded on a dump truck after drying each day. A pitch fork was the tool of choice. I worked with one other person who was also a new hire. His name was Bruce. Bruce had been born without a sense of smell.
Although I haven't seen Bruce for over thirty years, he has my personal recommendation and I believe he would certainly qualify to be a valuable member of your staff.
As for me; I returned to school.