So I quit my temp job today. I'm gonna go in tomorrow because my supervisor's in a meeting all day and needs somebody to keep things on an even keel while she's busy, but it will be my third and last day as a Remedy associate. It got me thinking about my other jobs, and how very different they were from this one. Let's look back, shall we?
First job: Umpiring. Occasionally there'd be a 9 am game, which wasn't so bad because the sun wasn't hot yet, and I live just down the street from the fields. Not long hours, cute girls watching games, and a pretty comfortable uniform. Pretty solid first job.
Then Laserquest, mostly working after school or in the evenings, which was fine. I moved around a lot, watching the kids play, fixing shit, and cleaning up. It was good not staying still long.
The closest I'd probably gotten to a real office job before this one was working at the office, and then it was two miles from home and Sam and Lynelle were there to keep it interesting.
Maybe I wasn't moving around much, but modeling kept me well occupied.
Bartending at Stonehenge was actually pretty lax, because nobody gave a shit about anything. I could drink on the job, bullshit with John the New Guy, and watch the bar TV. Eventually, when I knew I was going to quit soon, I started to be a smart-ass with the members, which was fun.
And now this temp shit, sitting behind a desk for eight hours a day, getting up at 6 am to sit in a non-air-conditioned-air-conditioning-company's office. I couldn't have gotten out of there fast enough. I feel like I was built specifically to act, bartend, and make fairly safe things look incredibly dangerous. Hell yes? Hell yes, dear readers. Hell yes.
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