Before I get going on this week’s blog topic (best job/worst job), I want to apologize for my summer slackerdom. Sometimes I was gone physically, others mentally. But now that the school year has started back for my rascals, I’m back to regularly scheduled chaos. As for last week’s missing topic on school trips, I’ll probably pop that in the next time we have a free choice week.
I’ve held quite a few jobs. Most of the different ones during the college years. Desk assistant, book shelver, waitress, substitute teacher, merchandising hostess, and of course teacher (baton, dance, math, English, aerobics, and instructor of small people to whom I’ve given birth.) I’ve also taken on many jobs which fall under the “volunteer” category. It is under the volunteer category which is where the “worst job” falls. Why would anyone take that responsibility on? Because if I didn’t do it, the tasks would have fallen to other volunteers who had far less spare time tha I did. After all, I took on the role of Girl Scout Cookie mom under that same rationale, and I enjoyed that volunteer role. In fact, I’d enjoyed all my volunteer jobs until the most recent one. Has the bad experience soured me on volunteering for everything else now? No, but I’ll evaluate each situation much more carefully from now on. But since I don’t want to dwell on THAT situation, I’ll switch to my best job.
My best job is…well…honestly, I can’t say. I’ve enjoyed all of them for different reasons. That’s not to say I didn’t have my share of challenging days in each of them, but usually my reason for leaving each of them was a change in my situation (usually a move or the job was seasonal). I’ve never been fired and never left any of them on poor terms. But I must share one of my shortest but definitely fun jobs.
It was the summer of 1987 after my freshmen year of college and I wanted to work at Disney World. I would have loved to have been an attractions hostess or in entertainment, but I got a job as a merchandising hostess. Disney term for sales clerk. I worked at Space Place where we sold candy, camera film, batteries, and cigarettes. No gum. To this day, I challenge you to find any place at Disney which sells gum. Rumor has it that Walt was taking a niece or some other young child around a non-Disney park (before his were built) and he stepped in gum. Thus, Walt declared that there would be no gum sold in his parks. Anyhow, at night we sold “glow jewelry”. These days they’ve upped their nighttime glowy offerings, but glow sticks and glow necklaces were all the rage back in ’87. The other part of my job involved pointing out where the bathrooms and Space Mountain were located. Straight ahead and big white spacy-looking mountain type sturcture behind us….just in case you’re wondering. Space Place is now Disney Vacation Club location, but I point it out to my family every time we visit Disney. Which happens to be now. We spent the Labor Day weekend at the Happiest Place on Earth and will return home today, but I sometimes wish I still worked there. Maybe not the best job, but one I’ll never forget no matter how many times we get asked, “What time is the 3 o’clock parade?”