My first job was working in an orange juice factory. I got canned. 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.
Next I tried working in a muffler factory but that was too exhausting.
Then tried being a chef – figured it would add spice to my life, but just didn’t have the thyme.
Next I attempted being a deli worker, but anyway I sliced it…couldn’t cut the mustard.
My best job was a musician but eventually found I wasn’t noteworthy.
I studied a long time to be a doctor but didn’t have any patience.
Next was a job in the shoe factory. Tried hard but just didn’t fit in.
I became a professional fisherman. But discovered that I couldn’t live on my net income.
So I got a job in the work centre 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 realised that there is no future in it.
My last job was working in Starbucks, but had to quit because it was the same old grind.| back to the Homepage