Now Hiring: Seasonal Help for the Grounds Crew
(Because Apparently No One Works Anymore)

With the golf season ramping up and the fairways greening faster than Clive Wadsworth can complain about a dinged mower deck, the Willow Dunes Grounds Crew is once again seeking seasonal help for the summer.
Ideally, this task would fall to a new Golf Course Superintendent, but—as members are vaguely aware—Chip Wexley has still not managed to hire his replacement since being promoted to Director of Agronomy & Turf Diplomacy (his new title, unofficially blessed by the Board and very much still under protest by Chip himself).
And so, for the third year in a row, Chip must roll up his sleeves—not literally, of course—and brave the thankless task of hiring summer labor.
“Apparently no one wants to work anymore,” Chip muttered from his cart this morning, lighting his third cigarette and watching an autonomous mower do something he doesn’t fully trust.
Who’s It For?
The position is perfect for:
- Hardworking high school or college students
- Individuals with reliable transportation and questionable taste in music
- Anyone not scared of heat, dirt, or Chip’s sarcasm
Unfortunately, we must acknowledge that most Willow Dunes members’ children fall firmly into the ‘over-scheduled or allergic to work’ category. Many are still recovering from the emotional trauma of being told they couldn’t DoorDash iced matcha to the pool last July.
That said—perhaps your child knows a friend from school who’s “less fortunate” (Chip’s words, not ours), who might be interested in working outdoors, making decent money, and getting an accidental farmer's tan.
What’s the Job?
- 6:00 a.m. start time (yes, that’s real)
- Mowing fairways, trimming edges, raking bunkers
- Listening to Chip complain about the state of humanity
- Learning the sacred art of turf care—or at least how not to run over a sprinkler head
What Do You Get?
- Pay above minimum wage
- All the Gatorade you can sneak from the breakroom
- Wisdom from Chip (unfiltered and unsolicited)
- A great excuse to say, “Sorry, I have to work,” all summer long
Interested parties (or the parents of interested parties, let’s be honest) can send an email to Chip’s assistant—or just show up at sunrise and pretend you already work here. Odds are, no one will question you for at least two weeks.
Because here at Willow Dunes, even summer jobs come with drama, high expectations, and at least one person being mad about khakis.
Apply soon. Or don’t. But if you hit your tee shot into a fairway bunker this summer and wonder why it looks like a sandbox… don’t say we didn’t try.