I repaired buildings damaged by floods after a hurricane one summer when I was visiting my family in Pensacola. I mostly worked on a church. I was paid $20 an hour. It wasn't a real job in the sense of interviews and resumes. More of, "Hey you, you look like you can work. You want a job?"
After that I worked in a pizzeria as a dishwasher. I loved that job. I could ask the cooks to make me any food for free that wasn't steak, chicken, or lasagna. They had some of the best strombolis. That was minimum wage, but I was the only person who actually worked worth a damn, so my boss loaded my schedule with a stupid amount of hours. Because I often worked nights, I was there several hours after my shift was supposed to end cleaning. Also, free beer. Great job.