I've been on the planet for the better part of a century. In that time, a few jobs have come my way, beginning in elementary school. In Grade Eight, I delivered flyers for a hardware chain. My teacher's brother was a distribution guy and he needed sneakers on the ground. That summer, I also delivered prescriptions for a pharmacy. Rode my bike all over town for forty cents an hour on Saturdays. If there were no deliveries, I washed the dude's car.
Below (in half-assed chronological order) are a few jobs I've had in my life.
Shoe store clerk , Grocery clerk, Groundskeeper, Caddy, Washer/Dryer/Freezer and Refrigerator assembly, House painter, Letter Carrier, Library Associate, Retail sales, Janitor/Custodian, Kitchen staff member, Union president (unpaid), Freelance writer (often unpaid), Stay-at-home dad (always unpaid), Book reviewer, Editor, Teacher, Youth worker, Education assistant, Reading tutor.
The one I liked the best is in red. It lasted four years. The best four years of my life.
This post is apropos of nothing, really. But I keep hearing the phrase jobs, jobs, jobs.
So tell me, what have you turned your hand to?
UPDATE: I should have mentioned that I'd been listening to this song when I was prompted to begin typing this post.
Tonight, we're heading back to 1967. The Summer of Love, y'all. Below is my own personal CHUM CHART for the week of July 31. (I'm pretty sure the picture will enlarge if you click on it... just the way certain other things, ahem, enlarged during that summer. Of love.)
I'll probably post more about CHUM CHARTS down the road. (Including how my prized collection of these things went missing, save for a few.) But for tonight, and in keeping with the Canadian content of these Friday Night posts, I offer you a cool tune -- released in '67 just a couple of weeks after this Summer of Love chart came out. Ladies and gentlemen, The Ugly Ducklings.
In an effort to relive my misspent youth, The Lunch Counter will welcome a 60's (Canadian) band on Friday nights. Dine, smoke, drink and toke to the tunes of yesteryear. (Crash in our spacious cabins. Make a weekend of it.)
Yes, the forest is gone. Most of the trees were used to make those big poles sticking out from either end. That helped to ease the parking problems. (Besides, all that shade was getting on great-grandad's nerves.) Additionally, the clear lines of sight assisted in spotting revenuers coming up the hill.
I have decided to make a return to the kitchen (on a part-time basis). The Lunch Counter will be open for business on statutory holidays, even-numbered Fridays, during state funerals and lunar eclipses, on my anniversary, and most certainly on Robbie Burns Day. (Och. Hootman.)
I guess I missed the smell of saturated fat and burning fur.
1.1 Diners shall have the right to refuse a stomach pump. 1.2 There is no Right 1.2 2.1 Diners shall have the right, duty and obligation to pay in full. 3.1 See Right 2.1 3.2 to 5.5 These Rights have been removed by the Kitchen Staff.
DR. HUGO Z. HACKENBUSH
LUNCH COUNTER DIETICIAN
THE DINER'S BILL OF RIGHTS, Sections 5.6 to 7.4
5.6 Diners have the Right to tip generously. Neglect of this Right shall be at the expense of the Diner's desire to leave. 6.3 This is essentially a re-wording of 5.6 6.4 Diners are encouraged to use the washroom facilities, especially on All-Fibre Tuesdays. However, 'Floaters' must be removed. 7.4 Bread sticks are not a meal. And although they are provided free of charge and in abundance, there is a limit to Llewellen's tolerance.