Inspecting =
mirrors is a job I could really see myself =
doing.
I focused on =
being a photographer, but nothing ever =
developed.
I just lost my =
job as a psychic, but I didn’t see that =
coming.
I quit my job =
working for Nike. Just couldn’t do it =
anymore.
I did love =
being a maze designer, but often got completely lost in my =
work.
I think my job =
interview to be a bug sorter went well. I boxed all the right =
ticks.
I worked in =
the woods as a lumberjack, but I just couldn’t hack it, so they =
gave me the ax.
After that, I =
tried to be a tailor, but I just wasn’t suited for it. Mainly =
because it was a so-so job.
I wanted to be =
a baker, since I really kneaded the dough.
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.
I thought =
about becoming a witch, so I even tried that for a =
spell.
I managed to =
get a good job working for a pool maintenance company, but the work was =
just draining.
Next, I found =
being an electrician interesting, but the work was =
shocking.
I even applied =
for a job with animals in Australia but seems I don’t have the =
right koalifications.
After many =
years of trying to find steady work, I’m finally employed as a =
historian. Sadly, now I realize there is no future in =
it.
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"