My first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned
because 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.
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.
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, but they said I wasn’t fit for the job.
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.
So now what? I’m just a poor preacher. And I don’t get paid much, either.
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Dr Bob Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net
“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”