I found this contest that you have to write about one of three things: My Blog, a review of your own blog (that could get interesting all by itself!), a funny true parenting story..you get to be the goofy parent! or the worst job you ever had. And if you put the cackles in, you get bonus points.
Now, you have to have at least 50 words (I can do that) and a link to her blog with the anchor text of “The reality of a bratâ€. Be sure to spell it right, grammar is important and so is the laugh factor!! Can I laugh here? Is that appropriate? No? All right. When you get that finished, send it on to The Reality Of A Brat page and put her in the comments section. The deadline is September 10, 2007.
Now, I picked the worst job I ever had. Thing is, you ain’t gonna believe it if I do tell ya. I was going to say to make a long story short but I can’t. This takes a few paragraphs, at least. And I promise you that it’s true. Got paid 50 bucks for it. In those days, that was pretty good.
When I was young and extremely foolish (as if it’s different from now!), I traveled around with a carnival selling tickets to rides and trying to get everybody’s money on the games. Nope, not the worst job. Just wait. When the season ended, I was stuck because I wasn’t one of the regulars. I was sort of a “roadie”, you might say. I ended up in Titusville, Florida, broke and looking for anything to do. This guy comes up to me and says…”Hey, girl, you want a job? I need somebody right away. You look like you need work.”
Okay, that didn’t sound good. I LOOKED like I needed work??? Apparently, the pages of Glamour didn’t show my style that year. In fact, I probably reeked. He did look like he swallowed a persimmon, kinda red faced, a sort of out of breath thing. I digress. The guy did seem to be legitimate although I have no freaking idea how I would have known that. Says to me, “Follow me. I can give you a job that pays enough for you to eat tonight and have a place to stay.” Hey, that works for me. Beware of strangers bearing gifts.
I get in my car and we go to one of these tourist attractions that has all sorts of stuff to do like watch the stage being robbed……ten times a day. I’m thinking here that I get to be part of that show!! ALL RIGHT!!! The guy takes me to another area. An amazingly horrible stink begins to hit the nose. ACK!! No WAY!!!! I ain’t that blasted hungry. Guy looks at me and says “You agreed to do this job. You are NOT going to back out now!!” “Uh, yes sir.”
He hands me a shovel about the size of Cleveland and says “get to work”. So, I start shoveling elephant poop for the rest of the day. I was right. I wasn’t that hungry.
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