I’m starting a new job today. I’m a little terrified.
Help me fight the inevitable nerves with stories about your jobs. Your best jobs, your worst jobs, your jobs with the very best stories.
My best job: This one, but it pays in unicorns and delusions of grandeur.
My worst job: Cashier at a terrible wing joint. I only made it three days. They charged us $40 each for our (3) required polo shirts, which was even more ridiculously expensive in 1992, so my first paycheck was negative $10. I never went back.
My best job story: While I was freelancing, a fella tried to hire me to write him a dirty story, in real time (over MSN messenger), using only Comic Sans, in pink. The job description asked for an adventure story about a powerful lady spy. The actual story he wanted was actually much, much different. I have no problem with folks hiring out for a little friendly fetish time, but one should probably be up front about that sort of thing.
Now tell me yours!