I recently made a list of my past jobs. I’ve had 21 jobs. I think I’ve worked at 24 different places. (I counted being a teacher once but I’ve taught at 5 different schools) That’s a different place almost every 2 years if I started working at birth. This seems like a bit much. I think it might make me look noncommittal. I just can’t decide.
My first job was at the age of sixteen. I worked at The Sock Shop. I sold socks. It was a store that only sold socks. This was in the late 80’s when it was the style to wear more than one pair of socks; one slouched above the other. In order to do this, you had to have A LOT of socks. People used to come in all the time and ask if we sold other things. We didn’t. The most often asked question was whether we sold hair care products. I personally wouldn’t buy anything for my hair that I found in a store dedicated to feet, but after a while, I started to wonder if I was the only one.
I followed this up with a summer job at the Home Club. This was pretty much Home Depot except with a club membership. I guess it’s now bankrupt. I know I didn’t help sales much. I think most people would be surprised I worked in a hardware store seeing as I portray myself as someone who doesn’t like to do physical labor. At the time, I thought it would be cool to learn how to remodel a bathroom (something the guy who hired me assured me I’d learn to do within my first year of employment). I knew I was only working there for one summer, but no one else did. I felt ok burning this bridge. By the end of the summer, I knew how to build another one.
My favorite job was as a receptionist for Computer Information Systems. I needed a temporary job while I waited to go to England for my LDS mission. They were relocating from Utah to Arizona and needed a temporary receptionist. The first week of work, I actually had to answer phones. By the third week, there was only a skeleton workforce there, and I spent my days reading D.H. Lawrence’s Sons and Lovers. Looking back, I’m unsure this was the best book to be reading while waiting to start my mission, but it did help the days go by faster.
I’ve never been able to find a job since where they paid me to read novels and discuss what people did over the weekend. It’s really a shame. Of all 21-24 jobs I’ve had, including my current one, I think I was most qualified for that one.