Today we’re gathering to talk about bits and pieces of our lives, hosted by 1st Daughter, at There’s A Book.
THE QUESTION: WHAT IS A JOB YOU COULDN’T STAND (OR WERE EMBARRASSED BY — FUNNY COSTUME, ETC.)?
Oh, my! It’s such a LONG list…lol.
Maybe the first one was working in the cannery as a teenager. Now I must admit that I had ambivalent feelings about this job. I was earning money, which was a good thing. And the money was pretty good for a teenager. But the sheer boredom of putting peaches into little automatic pitters, or standing next to a conveyer belt of peaches that floated by….let me tell you, it would be a long time afterwards before I could eat peaches!
Then there were the years I worked in offices, typing. This was before computers, of course, and the typewriters looked something like this….
Well, maybe a bit more modern, perhaps, but you get the picture.
Probably the most embarrassing job—and I had this one as a grown-up!—was a second job I had (on the weekends) when I needed extra money. I was called a service representative, but basically, I had to get up at the crack of dawn (4 a.m.!) and drive around the neighborhoods to the homes of “newspaper kids” to make sure that they were awake and folding their papers. How would I know? Well, if the newspapers were no longer on the porch (where the delivery truck left them) and the lights were on, I could assume…but if not, I had to knock on the door and wake them up. Usually this meant waking up an angry parent, which was not fun!
Then, after this part was done, I had to call in to the office every half hour to see what complaints had come in (namely, that the customers had not received the newspapers), and then I had to deliver them. Now this was before cell phones, so I had to carry around a lot of quarters and call in from pay phones.
The worst part….this went on for several hours, without breaks; I could consider my job done by noon or so. I was exhausted! And instead of blaming the kids, (or their parents), it would be my fault if there were a lot of complaints.
I think I lasted in that job for three months. The humiliation still follows me! I had never, ever had a job before (or since) where I didn’t feel that I was actually excelling at it. This one left me feeling degraded every single day.
I searched the web today, trying to find a cartoon illustration for this job. None. So you’ll just have to imagine it!
What did you do once upon a time, and how did it make you feel?