Monday, February 13, 2006

Bad jobs

When we had our company over on Saturday evening Evan spent some time chatting with them. He told them that though the foster care agency had a tuition program for college they just "had too many hoops." The "hoops" that he is talking about it just one thing: GET A JOB.

They want him to get a job for one reason: he needs to demonstrate that he can mangage to work and go to school at the same time.

He thinks he should not have to because he gets plenty of money every month in the form of his social security survivor's benefit. He is good at saving and has plenty tucked away. Besides, they HAVE the money. It is not like they don't have enough money to go around and are asking the kids to compete for it. They could give it to him but they are saying that first he has to fulfill some requirements.

Further...he does not want to work in our small town because there is nothing available except fast food. He spent the summer in a culinary arts program and he has skills. He should not have to do that.

So of course all the adults at the table responded with the terrible jobs we held for which we were over-qualified. Here is a sample:

Me (currently a college professor): waited tables at Mister Omelet after college.
Hubby (currently special education teacher): washed spiraled cords at phone cord factory.
Cousin (currently MD/PhD working in genetics lab): started out washing dishes in the lab.
Guest (currenly MD working for the CDC): worked at Burger King while in medical school (she is a life-long vegetarian).

So today I am asking my visitors: what was your worst job ever? If you care to include you eventual career that would be interesting too.

So today I am asking visitors: what was your worst job?

1 comment:

  1. Not counting the teenage spending money jobs (they're all awful).

    My worst was probably in San Francisco in around 1962. I was a statistical typist (and general clerical worker) for a Surplus Line Broker. I liked the work but I had a terrible boss and women were all but persecuted. The company president was about 80 and thought that way.

    I bet you really want to know what a Surplus Line Broker is don't you. It's an insurance broker who places freaky insurance like insuring Marilyn Monroe's bosom or Betty Grable's legs. Most of it is done through Lloyds of London. It was fun - shame the leadership was so awful.


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