On Working
February 19, 2007
I'm a guest author today over at No Pasa Nada. Go! Enjoy!
An excerpt:
I worked as an assistant to an elderly man two days a week. My job was to (a) iron his shirts and pants, (b) cook him dinner and (c) vacuum his house. For this he paid me $15 per day. He loved me, naturally, because I’m a good ironer. I love starch. And so did he. It was a match made in heaven, except he was a good 60 years older than me. That didn’t stop Anna Nicole Smith, but I have to draw the line somewhere.
Comments
Funny post, as always. You're very lucky you've had such good experiences with jobs. I can't say I've had any that I've truly hated either, but there have definitely been a few I was REALLY glad to be done with. And I'll never wait tables again. Ever.
Posted by: my life is brilliant | February 19, 2007 01:38 PM
And no pasa nada totally wants to hug you right now. ;-)
Thank you.
Posted by: Heather B. | February 19, 2007 03:56 PM