Since age 16 I’ve had many different jobs:
• First I worked at a small coffee shop.
• Then I worked at a pharmacy mailing pills to rural areas, and delivering them to mental institutions and old folks homes.
• During my freshman year of college I worked at the Fine Arts Library—at once the best and most difficult job I’ve had. The pros were that I got to look at rare books and check out records from their collection of more than 16,000 LPs. The con was that I had to shelve carts and carts of books and it was hard to stay focused and not look at them, especially when hidden in the stacks.
• Next I worked at a series of restaurants: a fry fest known as BG’s Old Tyme Deli in Cape Girardeau, Missouri; Cafe Broadway here in town; and, (shudder) The Olive Garden. Every night after working at the Olive Garden I would eat a kid’s portion of some crappy pasta, drink cheap red wine, listen to KUNM and hate myself.
• After being fired from the Olive Garden for insisting on going home for the holidays, I got a receptionist job at the Architecture school.
• Then I was employed as a receptionist at the Weekly Alibi. I was fired for reasons still beyond me.
• Accidentally, I got a job as a student reporter at KUNM where I spent almost three years, also working as a music assistant.
• Finally I fell back into the loving newspaper arms of the Alibi.
Sadly, I’ve never known retail.
Once I tried to get a job at Birdland but they wouldn’t hire me because I had no retail experience, and probably figured I was too dumb to learn how to sell pipes and black light posters. Another time I tried to get a job at Bow Wow Records. They had me fill out a questionnaire where you listed favorite and least favorite bands. I wrote that Skrewdriver was my least favorite band. They never called me back. Because I wasn’t cool enough, I assume.
I wonder what my next job will be. Snooty academic sounds cool, but I also sort of just want to make soup and draw toons. These days, though, I’m thankful I have a job. The U.S. unemployment and underemployment rate is currently at a lame 17 percent.
is a hard gig to get these days. Baby Boomers won't retire and let us younger snobs in. I think you're better off with soup.
I tried to get a job there too! They told me the same thing. They wanted retail experience. Maybe I wasn't cute enough.
once i actually uttered the phrase "i'm a team player".
once when asked why i left my last job i said "because the manager was a real bitch".
once when walking into an interview i exclaimed "it smells like hot dogs in here".
