A play on words My first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned, I couldn’t concentrate. Then I worked in the woods 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 just wasn’t suited for it. Mainly because it was a so-so job. Next I tried working in a muffler factory but that was exhausting. I wanted to be a barber, but I just couldn’t cut it. 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. Finally, I attempted to be a deli worker, but any way I sliced it, I couldn’t cut the mustard. My best job was being a musician, but eventually I found I wasn’t noteworthy. I studied a long time to become a doctor, but I didn’t have any patients. Next was a job in a shoe factory, I tried but I just didn’t fit in. I became a professional fisherman, but discovered that I couldn’t live on my net income. Thought about becoming a witch, so I tried that for a spell. I managed to get a good job working for a pool maintenance company, but the work was just too draining. I got a job at a zoo feeding giraffes but I was fired because I wasn’t up to it. So then I got a job in a gymnasium (work-out-center), but they said I wasn’t fit for the job. Next, I found being an electrician interesting, but the work was shocking. After many years of trying to find steady work I finally got a job as a historian until I realized there was no future in it. My last job was working at Starbucks, but I had to quit because it was always the same old grind.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Jun 2013 05:21:28 +0000
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