Since it’s Labor Day, I thought I’d reminisce about some of the jobs I’ve had over the years.
Best gig: Mystery Author – even if the paydays can be a bit spread out (and paychecks, for most authors, on the thin side). I LOVE that I get to write books! Readers have been very kind, and I still get a lump in my throat when I see my books on shelves in stores and libraries. Plus, I’ve been lucky enough to connect with so many wonderful readers, bloggers, and other authors—including the awesome Chicks on the Case!
I also loved working as a reporter at several small newspapers—which is what I did for the better part of twenty years. Yeah, people occasionally phoned and yelled at me. But so many people shared their stories with me—and trusted me to tell those stories—which was a privilege.
Some less than dream jobs included:
Delivering phone books. If you’ve ever thrown newspapers, try tossing a phone book onto someone’s front porch!
Working the refunds and returns counter at a department store after Christmas. I didn’t mind being a cashier, but people come to the returns counter dissatisfied and out of sorts. I once even had a woman throw a mop at me. I ducked. I also quit that job before the next holiday season rolled around.
Summer job at a factory as a janitor. Wasn’t all bad – the pay was really good for a college kid. Also, I built up some muscles carrying buckets and large trash bins. And during orientation I received basic forklift training. So far, I’ve never needed to drive a forklift, but we never know what the future may hold. Downside: spent waaay too much time cleaning men’s restrooms.
Writing job in corporate communications. The pay was great, and I liked my co-workers. But the head of the company was a less-than benevolent despot who liked to hold video conference meetings with our department just to shout at us – about everything. And nothing. It wasn’t good for my blood pressure.
The one that got away: I guess you’d call it “mascot.” I actually turned down a summer job in high school which would have required me wearing a costume to promote a new business in my neighborhood. As much as I wanted the money, I was just too proud as a teenager to tell my friends that I had a job at Granny’s Fried Chicken, working as – a giant chicken!
So what was the best/worst job you ever had? What would be your “dream” job? Share in comments.