I have only had 4 real jobs in my life. You know, the kind where you get a paycheck at the end of the week and taxes are paid. I've done plenty of the other kind of work too. You know, the kind where you get paid dirty wads of bills behind Uncle Sam's back. My first work experience was when I was twelve years of age. My friend and I would take our dads' lawn mowers all over the neighborhood ringing doorbells hoping some poor sap would give us a couple of bucks to cut their grass. We got a few bucks each a few times, but the endeavor was short lived.

Since then I have done all manner of absurd things for a little green, none of which I would ever want to do as a full time job. When I was 17, my dad would make me dress up in "nice" clothes and apply for bagboy positions at local supermarkets. I put in a ton of applications with no intention of even getting the job. It wasn't till a year later that I would actually work for a supermarket bagging grocieries. That was my first real job. I held that job for a few months and then I worked for a BBQ resturaunt washing dishes and I held that job for a few months too and then quit on New Years Eve. I was then unemployed for 9 months before finding employment in a bulk mail communications type company for almost seven years and quit when I moved out of state 8 years ago. With the exception of my 1st two jobs that I only worked for a few months, I have started at the bottom and worked my way up to a wage that can actually support me. Well, not really.

I like to complain about my job probably as much as you do and my job has come close to taking me out a few times, but it's both the worst and best job I've ever had. I get 3 weeks paid vacation, sick days, 401k, insurance, and a perk from time to time and a competitive salary. Looks good on paper, but that's about it. It doesn't feel good. I suppose I am a lot like a lot of you. I identify with the working class, their work ethic, all the shit that goes with putting in an inch only to have 50 miles taken from us. A guy I work with has had over 200 jobs, last he counted, and that's something I can't even begin to imagine. Like I said, I've only had 4 jobs. In my 34 years walkin' the Earth, I've never been fired from a job, I've always quit before they could fire me. Sometimes quiting just makes sense.

We don't have to like our jobs. I don't even think we are supposed to. Unless you are self employed working on yuor own terms, with your own hours, you probably don't like your job. I've never liked any job I've ever had and I suspect I never will. That's the way it goes. If I ever get another job, I'm sure you'll hear about it and I won't like that job either.
I'm sure of it.