So many awful jobs
Spent some time following a Twitter thread, dealing with that special world comprised of low-pay jobs. I’m sure you can name a few, but flipping burgers seems to come up on the short list for many people. Oddly, other than a few days spent in a roadside juke joint, pumping gas and preparing my own grub on the grill, I never had a gig in fast food.
Now, the thread made it clear: these jobs aren’t something that people lust after. Rather, think of it as survival. I, in retrospect, had a much easier road. Actually, one of my former students remarked that my CV seemed like fun.
And it was. I don’t think I ever had a job where I can reflect on how bad things were. Monotonous? Probably. Dangerous? Potentially. Worth recommending to others? Depends on the day. But, overall, I have no regrets. Maybe, someday, I could write a book. After all, with the right vocabulary and phrasing, I could inspire a next generation to employment extasy.
I’m not someone who wants to put too many hints on the table, but until you’ve dodged a widowmaker, or locked the door behind you as you entered a room filled with flammable materials while on fire watch, you haven’t lived life to the fullest. Can’t you sense the adrenalin rush? Not yet? I’ll have to work on this , I guess.
Let’s summarize. A job is something others pay you to do, not because it is pleasant, but because someone needs to do it. Doesn’t matter what job.
