This week has been one of the more frustrating weeks I have had at work since relocating to St. Louis and trust me that is saying something. What does a person do while having a frustrating day at work, I mean besides daydreaming of playing professional baseball?You spend a lot of time on Linkedin and job sites blasting out resumes. I mean, I didn’t. Of course not. I only know this because my friends tell me that is what THEY do. I love St. Louis. I may have texted a friend to see if her church was interested in having me start a new campus location here in St. Louis! You know you are having a rough day or week when going into the ministry sounds like a good idea!
Thankfully after downing a quick Jack and Coke I went home to spend time with my two favorite ladies and everything turned out great. I also received an encouraging tweet from a friend and frequent (?) reader of my blog which may or may not have led to dust getting in my eye and the mistaken belief I was crying. Even better it helped to pull my head out of my ass and put yesterday behind me (thanks Collin!)
Anyway, it seemed like a natural progression to start thinking about all the different jobs I held over the course of my 39 years and which one of them would be my favorite and preferred career choice if all things were equal. I have a feeling you might be surprised by the answer (can you feel the suspense?) This doesn’t necessarily equate to a dream job of course. My dream job would be General Manager of a baseball team.
Before we get there I certainly have had some really shitty jobs. I used to work at Tom Thumb (The Finger!) when in high school. For those of you not from Minnesota, Tom Thumb was a local convenience/gas station store. Apparently they still exist but the branch I worked at closed when the family who owned it were found to have laundered money and were now facing bankruptcy. Thankfully I wasn’t working there when they closed. That was a terrible job because who doesn’t love working the late shift on a Friday and Saturday night and dealing with 50 year old drunk people and 80 year old kleptomaniacs?
I also spent about two days de-tassling corn. If you don’t know what that means then good for you. I lasted exactly two days because it was a terrible job.
By far and away my worse job however was when I worked a temporary gig one summer for Wells Fargo. It was one of the summers while I was in law school and a legal staffing firm placed me with Wells Fargo for about a month and-a-half. Wells Fargo had sold a number of parcels of land and a large group of us (I want to say 10 – 15) spent that time in a large conference room making small changes on deeds and recording them in log books. Not only was it boring as hell but our boss refused to allow us to listen to music or have a television on to help pass the time. Such a demand was somewhat understandable as it was important we were paying attention to details but it certainly made the job one of the worst ever. It was just so mind-numbing that I literally wanted to poke my eyeballs out of my head and run screaming into traffic (which I probably should have then I wouldn’t have all this student loan debt!)
But my BEST job? The one that I find myself missing, especially in the spring and summer? It would have to be groundskeeper at the Edina Community Center in Minnesota.
All summer long all I did was mow grass, weed wack and help paint football fields. On days when it rained we would sit in the garage and do nothing all day long. You had two 15 minute breaks plus your lunch break and always went home right at 5pm. I got an amazing tan every summer, listened to music all day while mowing and never really had to talk to any one. Better yet when special events came up I could opt to work and make double-time and overtime to really boost my paycheck. I can’t imagine a more stress free and relaxing job than that. On some days when I was all caught up with my mowing I would hop off the mower and duck under some tree and take as snooze for an hour or two. Man that was so relaxing!
I didn’t have to worry about politics in the office, never received nasty emails from Executive Directors who should know better and certainly never felt like I HAD to have a drink on my way home from work just to relax.
It really was the sweetest gig I ever had and every year around this time when I smell the sweet scent of freshly cut grass I miss those days on my mower. If I felt I could support my family comfortably in that kind of position I would quit this job in a heartbeat no questions and no regrets. Until then I will continue to slave on until I hit the Powerball or the zombie apocalypse takes place.
I want to hear from you guys!! What was your best job? What was your worst? Do you wish you still had the best job? What if anything is preventing you from going back to that kind of work?