Nope, but close.
As reconciliation for not getting any love on Valentine's day, God (or Job. I hear he's in the bible...God of Employment?) gave me a wonderful present: a promotional job at a ski-resort. And what did I have to do for the entire, glorious, sun-soaked day? That's right. Snowboard and do tricks off of jumps.
Clocking in for a hard-day's worth of work
I basically snowboarded up and down the mountain representing (or representin') Emergen-C vitamin C drink. I wore a large, bright-blue backpack, occasionally handed out the packets like your favorite neighborhood drug-dealer, and busted gnarly tricks off of sick-ass jumps. Oh, and I got to ride for free, plus another free lift ticket. And I got paid a lot. And, the icing on the cake: I won a free pair of socks.
Socks: the black sheep of the cake-icing-metaphor industry
So, in honor of this being the first annual Positive Blog, I'd like to get a little Positive Feedback from those who read this blog. What is the best job you, the reader, have ever held? And, what cool stuff, if any, did you end up stealing/walking away with accidentally/handed and told "this is yours to keep, for free" at the job?
Please comment! I need to generate enough ad-revenue to pay for all of these copyrighted photos I keep stealing.
4 comments:
well this is going to sound a little over the top... but honestly my best job was mentoring an 11 year old boy who has down syndrome. it was so fun. we got to do what we wanted and play spaceship all day with hula hoops. there was also a constant refrain of "wayne's world, party time, excellent" happening. as far as material perks, got a whistle and a bottle of hand sanitizer, but that stuff freaks me out. oh, and a red t-shirt that says "staff" so if i forgot and went to target after work, it was a little unsettling.
My best job ever was during my 1st college summer working at a Country Club Day Camp.
Mind you, this wasn't the best job ever because of their supple yet firm 7-11 year old bodies writhing in pre-pubescent uncertainty...no...that would be pervy. The best part was that my job duties were literally "play dodge ball with them, eat lunch with them, make sure nobody drowns in the pool [read:sit around pool & tan], make sure nobody poops the pool [read:sit around pool & don't poop pool & tan]"
I was making more money at that job than I am at my current one. [Sound of shotgun blast to face]
senior year of high school, 1993. somehow i got a job working at a local record store owned by the skip of "skip, we love you!" at the end of minor threat's "stepping stone." i think i got it through the sheer force of wanting it. i loved that job so much i even managed to drive my dad's stick-shift jeep to the store. no small feat. i shared cash-register duty with d, who had just toured japan as swervedriver's drummer, and v, who had a lion tattoo on her ankle and a thing for julian barnes novels. i spent a lot of time alphabetizing cds and vinyl and labeling them with sharpies. for years the smell of sharpies would take me right back. my punk-rock madeleines. once don fleming came in and wanted to pay by check but i didn't know who he was and i wouldn't take his check. one day it snowed and v dragged me out to the parking lot, where we slid around on the frozen asphalt like we were skating. we got to listen to whatever we wanted to. once, v told me, "no one ever leaves this place. once you’ve worked here, you’ll always end up coming back." the store closed in 2002, but honestly i wish i could go back. it was my first 'real' job and without a doubt the greatest.
would have to be pedi-cabbing on the waterfront for the summer right after college with my best friend. fresh air, exercise and abundant social opportunities. took a bride and groom from the chapel their reception. took a couple drug dealers home to refresh their stash. showed a few stewardesses the sites. worked the quid pro quo angle for a number of rides which was often better than cash. also, since i had another job lined up for the fall, i had a positive, short-timers view of the situation. Pure simplicity.
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