As some light relief on a Monday morning let me share this old story I received from Nigel Risner.
My first job was working in an Orange Juice factory, but I got canned. I couldn’t concentrate.
Then I worked as a Lumberjack, but I just couldn’t hack it, so they gave me the axe.
After that, I tried to be a Tailor, but I wasn’t suited for it – mainly because it was a sew-sew job.
Next, I tried working in a Muffler Factory, but that was too exhausting.
Then, I tried to be a Chef – figured it would add a little spice to my life, but I just didn’t have the thyme.
I attempted to be a Deli Worker, but any way I sliced it, I couldn’t cut the mustard.
I studied a long time to become a Doctor, but I didn’t have any patience.
Next, was a job in a Shoe Factory. I tried but I couldn’t fit in. I became depressed and soulful.
Then there was the Professional Fisherman job. But I discovered that I couldn’t live on my net income.
I managed to get a job working for a Pool Maintenance Company, but the work was just too draining.
So then I got a job in a Workout Centre , but they said I wasn’t fit for the job.
After many years of trying to find steady work, I finally got a job as an Historian – until I realized there was no future in it.
My last job was working in Starbucks, but I had to quit because it was always the same old grind.
Sorry about those. I will post something more serious shortly.
Paul Sloane
