Thursday, February 24, 2011

Don't Cry For Me...


Well, it has finally come... my last day of work. I am going to go home and do a different kind of work that (hopefully) involves my pajamas and endless bowls of soups on stormy days. For those of you keeping score at home, I have worked for money since I was a tender twelve year old. Yeah for living in an extremely rural area that did not legally have to observe minimum wage laws, or minimum age work requirements. I find the idea of being at home a bit daunting, in all honesty because a majority (okay, all) of my blog writing takes place at my current job. That means I will post even LESS than usual and what will my two regular readers do to find out what I think about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness? Tragedy, I know. For your enjoyment here is a little trip down the memory lane of my jobs.


Job 1- Dishwasher at the Current Creek Lodge and Cafe (there was a classy sign spelling this Kern Krik... ugh, but no matter as I called the place The Greasy Spoon, anyway). I had this job throughout my high school career, except that I managed to claw my way up to cashier in the store/gift shop. Many, MANY, good memories are associated with this job. Suffice to say, getting paid under the table was a delight. Sadly, the place no longer exists.

Job 2- Worker at Day's Market Deli. I did this job from the summer I graduated high school and kept coming back for Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks my Freshman year, not to mention the following summer, and before I prepared to leave for the sandy beaches of Brazil where for 1.5 years I was not allowed NEAR a sandy beach. I returned to this job for a month before I returned to university... so lets just say I worked here for quite a while. I managed to become the evening supervisor, a position that I despised, but I was the only one who could count high enough to cash out the till so I was a shoe in. Good memories here as well.

Job 3- Substitute Teacher for Duchesne School District. Yep, I went down that road. This was only while I was preparing NOT to see those sandy beaches so about five months. It was interesting to be in classes with kids who were siblings of my friends. Yep, I WAS a glorified baby sitter. I did not magnify my substitute teaching calling.

Job 4- Custodian in the Brewster Building at good ole BYU. Many of you are unfamiliar with the Brewster Building, that is because it is the planning building and never housed any students for any reason. Basically I dusted for four hours. Oh, I also swept the auto body shop... but when the guys working there found out that I (a mere girl) was sweeping up their auto body messes, they were QUITE tidy. You can find old posts about how I felt about that job here and here and here, for good measure.

Job 5- I am not sure if this technically counts as a job since it was an Internship, but I did receive money for it (illegally I might add! Go Scottish Parliament!). For a brief stint I worked in the PRU--Press and Research Unit for the Scottish National Party. Yes, it was idyllic, and yes, I did love it so. Who doesn't love to get paid to travel to Brussels as part of work?

Job 6- Heritage Schools Night Watch and Team Lead. Oh, the tales I could tell... but I won't because wouldn't that be a violation of HIPPA? I posted about this job as well... I suppose the highlights of this job were that it paid just enough to support my rock star life style, I led a petition about changing work hours, and I got free lunch once a month as part of the Employee Council.

Job 7- This soon to be last job has served me well. A lot of things happened to me while I have been at this job. I got married. I had a kid. I learned all I will ever need to know about retirement planning, nursing homes, medicaid/medicare, Special Needs Trusts, and funeral plans. I had a talk with the Latin Fury recently and discovered that even my own mother has very little idea what I do for work on a daily basis (Why, I write blog posts, Mother). You can find some highlights of my time here, here, here, here...


Honestly, I will miss it. I've liked my co-workers a lot... in all my jobs. I've been fortunate to have really good bosses my entire career, even at The Greasy Spoon. Alas, we'll see what the future holds.

6 comments:

Wendy said...

I hope you will blog about your new "job" because it will also give you some pretty funny stories. And your new boss will likely be the most demanding and whiny. Plus, I like to read anything you post. Welcome to stay-at-home-motherhood. It's just as glamorous as it sounds!

PS My first job was as a dishwasher/busser at a Mexican restaurant. Good times.

T-Ray said...

For my entertainment while I am at work.... I really hope that you still blog. I am sure Squirmy will be entertaining enough to blog about and you can do it during his nap time? Please?

Karen E. said...

Good luck with your new job. I hear the pay is lousy but the benefits aren't bad. :)

smithfieldman said...

Well as long as you don't post as few times a year as thewicked rage, I'll call it good. What will those of us who still work for money read, if not your views of the world?

Anne B. said...

They closed down Kurn Krik? It makes me wish I would've bought a shirt from there.

I, too, would love to read about your glorious days of motherhood. There will truly be some GREAT stories. :) I say, "WELCOME!"

stewedslacker said...

NO TO MOMMY BLOG. I love your son, but not enough to read about him weekly. I'm just saying....
You're intelligent enough to come up with funny things to blog about regularly without turning this into one of THOSE blogs.
Also, I noticed I also had (have) some of those precious jobs that you had, and you have inspired me to do a reminiscing about my jobs as well. Some day.