I always think it's interesting to read about celebrities former jobs. I love to hear how some big, successful business person started at the bottom and worked their way up. I think former professions and summer jobs offer a glimpse into one's personality.
When our kids were younger, Rob worked as an investment advisor. He loved his job helping people with their investments, retirement, and estate planning. The only problem - he received no salary. The insurance benefits were outstanding, but it was hard to budget expenses when his compensation was so sporadic. I was busy at home with young children, and honestly, for me to work would have made no fiscal sense (the cost of day care would have outweighed any financial benefit). But, as I was perusing the want ads in the paper, I thought I had found the perfect solution.
I could deliver newspapers! I figured this would be something to supplement our income and that I could work while everyone else was sleeping. So, I called the number and scheduled to train for the following Monday. I arranged to meet my trainer at a local high school (the newspaper pick-up) at 2:45 am. No, that's not a typo, you read that correctly. There is something really, really unnatural about setting an alarm for 2:30 am.
I was not discouraged, though, I figured I could nap when the kids napped in the afternoons. So, on my first day, I rode along with a nice enough guy who took me along on his route and showed me the ropes. He warned me that I'd probably need to replace the brakes on my car at least twice during the year, that I'd probably see people in various states of undress through illuminated windows, and that the papers had to be delivered by 6:00 am. We drove around in the pitch-black, I was trying in vain to see the addresses on the front of totally dark houses and my hands were black with ink by the time we were finished.
The next day I met with a different trainer, who would ride along with me (in my car) and show me my new route. We met again at the same location and again at 2:45. I began to hate my life. Honestly, it was awful. I literally hated everything about it. It was stressful, I felt sick from lack of sleep, and I knew this was something I could not do. Now, if our lives depended on me delivering newspapers, of course I would step up - but, thankfully it didn't and I canceled my appointment to officially sign up to be an employee.
I think that God has created things to give us a foretaste of eternity. When I am inspired by nature and all Creation I think, "I wonder what heaven will be like". When I delivered newspapers I thought, "I wonder what hell will be like". Between you and me, I don't really think people will be delivering newspapers in hell, but it really was that bad - like a "personal" hell. I also think that people will be wearing ski boots in hell, like 24 hours a day, but that's just my opinion.
I'm not really sure why this memory was sparked for me, but I'd love to hear your stories! What was the worst job you ever had?