And I'm still not satisfied with my current job. I want to get out there and experience everything. Why be tied down to one career??
Those who enjoy their job can fu.....I mean, good for you for getting paid to do something you love!!!!
I'm not bitterly jealous or anything.
Because I have no idea what job it is that will make me happy, I've not been shy about trying on different hats (so to speak) for a good fit.
Granted, my mortgage and utility bills have kept me grounded in one job for the past 6 years. 6 YEARS!!! That's a lifetime for me!!!
Damn you, Responsibility!!! :-)
My first official job was probably babysitting...if you consider that a job. (I consider it hell. Voluntary hell, none the less.) Babysitting is a pretty typical first job for many.
I once babysat Satan himself. Or maybe he was Satan's grandson?
Doesn't matter really.
I think he single-handedly insured I would never generate a parasite of my own.
One day I arrived for an afternoon watch at Satan's house. The garage door wasn't even all the way down from his mother leaving, when I heard a scream. A gut-wrenching scream. A scream that would make any babysitter crap her pants.
I didn't though, let's make that clear. :-)
I ran to the source of the sound...the kitchen...expecting blood and gore...maybe loss of limb.
Instead I found a little boy with blue hands.
Blue SMOKING hands.
The little sh....I mean, the child....had put his Gak in the microwave to make it more fun to play with.
After removing it from the microwave, he plunged his hands right into it.
(In hindsight, it reminded me of the first time I made marshmallow treats by myself. Putting my hands in the mixture to spread it out in the pan. Hot, sticky marshmallow. Not bright!)
It was the last time I babysat him. His mother was furious with me. (even though he'd obviously started the microwave while she was still home)
This child was evil, and his mother wore rose colored glasses when it came to his behavior.
Does anyone else have a babysitting nightmare to share?