Something I saw on television yesterday started me thinking about various odd jobs, even “dirty,” i.e., sloppy or nasty or messy jobs, which I’ve had over the years.
I haven’t always been a multi-billionaire blogging guru, you know. (Okay, how about NEVER?) At various times I have loaded and unloaded appliances from rail cars, bussed and washed dishes in an upscale coffee shop/restaurant, pumped gas at a service station (those words are almost meaningless nowadays, aren’t they?) on an Indian reservation, and I was a bona fide “Chicken Delight” driver during my college days. Oddly enough, I’ve worked at numerous security guard (preferred term now — “security officer”) jobs, separated by about 30-35 years in time.
I’ve never worked for a New York Moving Company, though I’ve made two major “self-service” moves across the country. The appliance unloading job, the self-service move we made from Seattle to South Dakota before our kids were born, then our move from South Dakota to Missouri when the kids were small — yeah, that was as close as I care to come to any moving company employment.
Given the state of our economy and the virtual economic collapse we’re fighting to avoid right now, I’m fortunate that we can get by on what I make online supplementing our primary income — that of my wife’s in the offline world.
May we all be blessed these days with 1) a job — or jobs — we enjoy and take satisfaction in, and, 2) financial stability/prosperity even in these tough times!