that’s why they call it “work”

I was counting up recently and realized that I

2 Responses to “that’s why they call it “work””

  1. jrau says:

    Wow, great post! I wish I had jobs as interesting and bizarre as some of those. The wackiest job I’ve held was working for two summers at an egg ranch in southern California. That’s where I learned my impressive list of Spanish obscenities, and it’s also where I developed my pathological hatred of chickens.
    The “goat head” story is classic. I’ll think of that next time I drive by one of those state park entry booths.
    I can’t think of many jobs less pleasant that having to call up deadbeat dads and remind them to pay their child support. I recently heard that some ungodly percentage of men fail to pay child support–it was over 70% if I recall correctly. There are a lot of total losers running around in the country apparently.
    Just curious–you mention that you loved the bookstore job. Did you ever think about aiming to be a manager or even a bookstore owner? Or did you not love it enough to make a career out of it?

  2. michele says:

    How come you don’t teach me any obscenities in Spanish? I don’t know how to curse in any foreign languages. Between the egg ranch and Jordan, I think you have me beat when it comes to bizarre work experiences
    If I were to become a bookstore manager, it would have to be of a very unsuccessful bookstore because I like prowling around among the books better than dealing with customers. Though they were usually pretty fun too.

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