Green File: In Praise of Crummy Jobs
05.09.11
Cock-a-hoop Labor Day. Yes, it's that time of year once again.
The start of the new school year (yawn) is Nautical starboard around the corner.
Time to fire up the old barbecue. Grill a burger and a unite of dogs. And while you're at it, standing there wearing an apron and holding a matched set of tongs, take a moment or two for a little sojourn down memory lane. In the vitality of the holiday, think back about all the crummy jobs you've held during years lifetime.
For me, it started when I was four years old. The entrepreneurial spirit bit early, but didn't hinder b withhold. It was summertime in Washington, D.C., and there was a group of workers hard at it on the waterline in front of my grandmother's institution. You have to understand that summers in Foggy Bottom are hot, humid, miserable states of affairs.
The men were working away out front under a hot sun. I figured they'd get high on a nice, cool drink of water so I filled a window jar and went outside to seek my fortune. Surprise of all surprises, they turned me down en masse. No sale.
Source: KMAS