John Long shared Larry Schaeffer's notion of discussing 'your worst job' as a way of cutting through shop talk.
We used it at dinner when we were in Jacksonville, Florida, at a brewing company, in the beer parlor area, where the food might have been less than expected, but in the end our time was well spent because of the worst jobs discussed.
It turns out Jeff and John had both been to Kodiak Island in Alaska, at different times, and John's worst job may have outweighed, or out smelled the others.
Laura. Frances. Minnie. Frances laughing about her dental/orthodontist assistant role of snipping the wires on kids' braces, and often times lacerating their gum tissue, too.
My own experience working at Neenie's Famous Weenies; serving up burgers and dogs from the little trailer at Castle Rock across from Mike Todd's beach house just north of Sunset Blvd. Serving up free food to the beautiful ladies hanging around the back door of the trailer. Major distractions were involved.
The things we've done.
The worst jobs that help temper our steel, and create a more appreciative self.
Visitor to the school last week said, "Man, you really love what you do..."
I do.
Worst to best.
What else can we ask for?
It's the best.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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