My Work Life

JJ tagged me with the exercise of listing all the jobs I've done.

These are the highlights (ha):

• messenger (boyfriend + motorcycle + postal strike = $$$$)
• waitress in a 'family' restaurant (no, there are NO photos of me in that idiotic getup)
• waitress in a 'cocktail' bar (that getup consisted of hot pants and white go-go boots, no shit, and there are NO photos of me in that either)
• dental assistant (white nurse's getup and no)
• various menial office jobs
• bartender in a working-class bar in Arizona (some other time I'll tell the story of the New Year's Eve working alone I poured $60 worth of nickel-a-glass beer and had eight customers' handguns under the bar and found out at midnight that I didn't have all of them)
• dental assistant again
• donut (that's how it is spled) store manager in Florida (some other time I'll do my 'I loathe detest abhor and hate Florida' rant)
• apprentice (well, it was really the bf who was apprentice; I was along for the ride) to sculptor on a farm where we greatly amused the neighbours as we learned country ways
• swimming pool manager (little boys + paper towels + shower room drains = one screaming harpy)
• invoice typist at publishing house (part-time while back at uni having had the blinding satori that I didn't want to continue this career of stooopid jobs)
• apprentice editor at same publishing house (promoted to this when boss noted Ancient Greek textbook under my arm and boss [who had come down from Oxford in Classics] recognized my innate humanity and potential]
• freelance writer (wrote bullshit for dough; absolute worst and never to be repeated were research grant applications)
• freelance editor

I've left many other menial jobs out. In fact, between most of those I could have put 'waitress yetafuckinggain')

Now, for the share-the-pain part: I tag my co-bloggers, deBeauxOs and anne cameron, plus Beijing York,
Chrystal Ocean, and matttbastard.