I was thinking this morning about all of the jobs I’ve held over the years. I started working when I was 13 and haven’t really quit. There was a short period of a year or so where I stayed home when my daughter was in kindergarten but other then that, I’ve always worked. I get restless and bored when I’m not working. I like being part of a team and feeling like I’m an important cog in the great big machine of life. I’m happy when I’m contributing, in some way, to the bigger whole.
I’ve never had a job before where I only work Monday through Friday, 8 to 5. It’s strange but nice to have one now. Every job I’ve ever had before this one, I have worked odd hours and odd days; sometimes 14 hours at a time, sometimes 7 days a week, sometimes only 3 days a week. I have worked grave yard, doubles, swing shifts, afternoons, evenings. I’ve bussed tables, been a waitress (Tipping is not a city in Chine, people), a bartender (again, Tipping is not a city in China), a hotel manager (quite harrowing, actually, especially when you get to find dead people in bathtubs and lost children whose half drunken parents are frantically searching for them), a kennel assistant (DOGS! YAY!), a gas station manager, and a medical assistant (my current thing which I enjoy). I’ve worked in manufacturing in a class 10 clean room (bunny suit, look it up if you don’t know what it is), in labs, in a nursing home (wiping butts and washing nuts!). I’ve been a telemarketer (sorry if I called you during Sunday supper), a debt collector (sorry, again, for being such a dick if I called you) and a very short stint as a jewelry maker (my own stuff, leaning heavily toward metal/wire work and chain maille), and a housekeeper (one of the reasons I think people are generally awful, disgusting animals). All of these jobs help make the world go round. I paid my share of taxes. I worked until I had blisters upon blisters. I have scars on my hands from broken glasses and a permanently fucked up back from carrying stock and throwing luggage on trains (I once threw 127 suitcases onto the Grand Canyon Railway train in 23 minutes). If I were to add every job I’ve ever had to my resume, it would be about 5 pages too long.
What jobs have you had? Are you proud of them or do you conveniently “forget” about them when it’s time to fill out that application?
I’ve never had a job before where I only work Monday through Friday, 8 to 5. It’s strange but nice to have one now. Every job I’ve ever had before this one, I have worked odd hours and odd days; sometimes 14 hours at a time, sometimes 7 days a week, sometimes only 3 days a week. I have worked grave yard, doubles, swing shifts, afternoons, evenings. I’ve bussed tables, been a waitress (Tipping is not a city in Chine, people), a bartender (again, Tipping is not a city in China), a hotel manager (quite harrowing, actually, especially when you get to find dead people in bathtubs and lost children whose half drunken parents are frantically searching for them), a kennel assistant (DOGS! YAY!), a gas station manager, and a medical assistant (my current thing which I enjoy). I’ve worked in manufacturing in a class 10 clean room (bunny suit, look it up if you don’t know what it is), in labs, in a nursing home (wiping butts and washing nuts!). I’ve been a telemarketer (sorry if I called you during Sunday supper), a debt collector (sorry, again, for being such a dick if I called you) and a very short stint as a jewelry maker (my own stuff, leaning heavily toward metal/wire work and chain maille), and a housekeeper (one of the reasons I think people are generally awful, disgusting animals). All of these jobs help make the world go round. I paid my share of taxes. I worked until I had blisters upon blisters. I have scars on my hands from broken glasses and a permanently fucked up back from carrying stock and throwing luggage on trains (I once threw 127 suitcases onto the Grand Canyon Railway train in 23 minutes). If I were to add every job I’ve ever had to my resume, it would be about 5 pages too long.
What jobs have you had? Are you proud of them or do you conveniently “forget” about them when it’s time to fill out that application?
