My youngest daughter recently got her first job, as a grocery store cashier. She works mostly evening shifts, which suits her teenage nocturnal lifestyle. At her three-month review, she got kudos for her friendliness to customers, plus thanks for getting the most charitable donations.
My first job was cooking breakfast in a nursing home. I had to get up at 5 am. It was wretched. Old people are mean and so was my boss. Plus, 5 am, people! Later, I taught aerobics, slung ice-cream, prepared tax returns and got fired by a florist. Then, I spent two years in school to earn $8/hr and get peed on.
But now I get paid to play with words, an occupation that suits me very well, as it involves almost no human interaction and very few early mornings. No one throws porridge at me and I’m almost never peed on. (I find myself begging people to like me, however. You won’t make me beg, will you?)
At the start of my latest book, His Reluctant Rancher, Desiree Burke is reeling from a career setback. She’s frustrated at not being able to use her skills fully, and Des being Des, she doesn’t take this quietly.
And she ends up disgraced, humiliated and unemployed.
But this bad luck, of course, is how she discovers a whole new, even better, life.
If you don’t understand occupational angst and your career path has been sweet and smooth, well, congratulations. You can go back to polishing your silver spoon.
I want to hear from the rest of you: what career mishaps have you experienced? What odd occupations came your way? Do you have a first/worst/cursed job story? Did you gain anything from it?
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