April 28, 2009

I Have a Post!

I have absolutely nothing to blog about. For the past couple of months everything I've written has gone into draft and it sits there. I return to these half-finished posts and I reread them and close them back up. Probably like this post here.

?........(hmm)

???...(No)

I was going to do one of those twenty things about myself lists but I don't think I'm quite up to the challenge to make a list without some prompting or a questionnaire. So maybe I'll do a list of jobs I've had.
  1. My first couple of jobs were dishwashing. One was for the Doubletree Inn in Tucson and the other was for one of those Mom and Pop greasy spoon dives that we've all been to. The tips were much better at Doubletree and I smelled like steak at the end of the day instead of hamburger.

  2. I later graduated to fast food in Boise and went to the Arctic Circle. They denied me said employment so I went next door and worked for the Continental Car Wash. I showed the Arctic Circle what I thought of their establishment by not going over there during lunch time and by starving myself to death.

  3. Meanwhile, back in Tucson, I might have stood on street corners with some friends of mine selling unmentionables. And I might have made pennies on the dollar for doing that. And they might have actually been bouquets of flowers just so nobody out there gets the wrong idea. And I might have been really young still when I did that. That might have happened.

  4. When I was 18 I started working for the YACC (Young Adult Conservation Corp). It was a one-year program that led me into a position where I later started working for the Boise National Forest Service as a forest ranger. I never received a hat.

  5. I did that for a couple of years until Carter made all the cutbacks and I twirled my make-believe hat trying to figure out what I would do. "I will cut down the forest," I said. And so I began. First I was cutting firewood and thinning trees (some things I'd picked up from the forest service) and then I was cutting down timber and chasing chokers up and down the mountains all day long.

  6. Tiring of that, my best friend and I started working for Ed Browning from Idaho Falls, owner of the Red Baron airplane. He briefly popped into our town and decided to take up mining for gold. My friend and I started drilling and blasting through a mountainside and the venture produced very little silver and gold, but it kept us employed for the winter.

  7. Over the years I stayed employed by mining and logging. I once staked mining claims in the dead of winter in the Owyhee mountains in Idaho and we were snowed in for two weeks. We had to complete the job by helicopter and we were moved around the mountain with specific instructions to not get our heads lopped off when we exited the helicopter.

  8. Back on earth, I started working for our town's local newspaper after I submitted some poetry. I became the typesetter and everything was done on an old compu-graphic typesetter. I soon started writing and doing the layout for the old tabloid fold newspaper.

  9. I eventually lost my job there when the paper was sold and the owners brought their own people in and I went back to logging. And then I got back into the newspaper business where I learned how to be a film stripper and a pressman in Ogden, Utah.


  10. When I married I moved to Salt Lake and stayed in the printing business. I now work for a publishing company that prints magazines and I no longer strip. I just look.

At my work that is.

And I once worked as a nighttime manager for a Subway and I was an assistant manager for a Taco-Time and I've remodeled homes and worked highway construction. I also worked for a clown.

6 comments:

Lilly said...

Now that was a great post. See it wasnt that hard. Dont be too hard on yourself, just write whatever is happening in your life. We are all the same.

Laoch of Chicago said...

Ok this has left me craving tacos.

Krëg said...

A stripper AND a pressman? If you got paid in cocaine, you may have been unwittingly working in the porn industry.

I used to be a drug runner. Seriously.

kristine said...

OK I thought I had a lot of jobs.

one question.

you worked for a clown? you mean like - wow that guy is a clown... or like a clown in a circus.

so can I ask for the 8 things about yourself?

Something Happened Somewhere Turning said...

Lilly, thanx.

LoC, That does sound good.

Kreg, I am so glad that you were able to find real work as a chicken choker.

Kristine, Clown/Magician and what 8things? Splain?

Anonymous said...

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