Looking for a boring summer job? Dads can be an excellent source. Before school ended in June, we told our daughter Annie she had to get a job this summer to earn some money for college. We gave her suggestions of places to look; she stalled, hoping we'd forget about it and let her spend the summer sitting on the sofa watching reality TV. So Bob found her a job at an office and she's been
miserably bored there for a few weeks now, coming home with tales of standing at the photocopier for two hours straight and having nothing to do for large chunks of time.
Of course I had to tell her about the
summer job I had when I was 18. My father found this job for me too, as a collections agent for a major consumer credit company. All day long I called people and asked them when we could expect payments on their refrigerators, washing machines and other appliances. This was back in
the days before Caller ID, so I actually spoke to people. And they hated hearing from me. I was hung up on or called names fifty percent of the time. My coworkers were all much older than me and resented that my father had a connection to their boss. The
one bonding moment with my colleagues occurred when an employee in the office building we worked in killed himself by jumping from the eighth floor. We all went upstairs to the top floor to view his sprawled body below.
(No, I don't know what possessed me to look, but the image wasn't as gross as you'd think it would be. Not that I'm advocating racing to look at the next jumper you hear about, but just so you know.) And that was my first summer job.
What about you, dear readers?
What was your most boring or awful summer job? Or maybe you were lucky and had a really great summer job once? Do tell.
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On the sewing front: Have I told you lately how much I hate sewing home dec? I just finished making four jumbo pillow covers for Annie's dorm room and I
cursed every minute of it. I'm thinking my poor son David is going to get sent off to college with the same bed stuff I've packed for his sleepaway camp all these years, like it or not. (Not that he'd actually care that much. That's what's so great about boys.) If I don't post much in August it's because I am not doing sewing of any consequence or I'm just being boring as I get ready to send my firstborn off to college at the end of the month. But you guys
keep sewing the great things you're making and help me get inspired for fall, okay?