Looking for a job

Dear Readers,

Maybe I should be a truck driver.

Truck drivers usually get paid more than teachers, and they get to listen to the radio all the time, and they get to see the country. And the country is beautiful. And I like looking at maps.

And there are lots of openings for truck drivers. I see them all the time.

I might go to trucking school in May after this school year if I don’t find something else by then.

I’d do long hauls around the country for a while, maybe a year, and then work my way into more local jobs, so I could spend more time at home.

Or maybe I’d like driving a Greyhound bus.

I spent a lot of time the other day looking at this charming web site: http://www.lifeasatrucker.com

But I don’t think I’ll really be a trucker, mostly because I’d be away from my family so much. Also, truckers are often lonely, depressed, and addicted to chemical stimulants.

Maybe I could work for UPS or the Post Office… I’ve already applied to those places, and I actually have an interview this Friday with the Post Office to be a temporary holiday postal worker.

Maybe I could try to become a community college professor. I almost have my Master’s degree in English. Community college professors have really easy jobs, I think… for the most part, anyway. They don’t have to worry about classroom management.

I don’t think teaching is working out for me. Have I told you that?

I teach two classes of drama at a middle school, and one class is pretty good and the other class is awful. Just awful. And almost every day I ask myself the question: Is it me or is it them? And I think it’s me, because those students don’t behave that way for their other teachers…

And you remember what happened with my English classes, faithful readers.

I got a job at Fry’s today! That’s good news. I don’t know what I’ll be doing yet. Maybe running a cash register, maybe collecting carts and bagging groceries, or maybe stocking the shelves. Fry’s workers are going on strike this Friday at 6 p.m., and the job I got will only last until the strike is over.

I suppose there’s a possibility if the strike lasts a long time, I could keep the job at Fry’s, which would be cool, I think.

I’m going to be one of the people crossing the picket line to do the jobs of the striking workers. I suppose that’s bad, whatever, it’s not that bad bad.

What’s bad bad is the shooting at Fort Hood. That’s bad bad.

Happy Veteran’s Day tomorrow.

So much is happening in this old wicked world.

Other good news: I met a lady from church who runs this business around Christmas time that writes people’s names on Christmas decorations, and she said if I have okay penmanship, she would hire me. It’s seasonal. Sounds OK.

Lately I’ve been looking closely at the people I see working at grocery stores and gas stations and construction sites and whatnot and wondering if they’re happy with their jobs. Some of them look content, some of them look sad, and some of them look like everyday they have a great day at work.

Like this guy at a Midas car fix-it place. He was great. He loved what he did. He was experienced. He was good at it. In fact, I wish I was a car mechanic. I’ve never had the brain for it. I suppose if I applied myself and really tried to learn it, I could learn how to fix cars… but I’m too namby-pamby and sissy for that kind of work. I should have taken wood shop and auto in high school, man. I really should have. I should have learned a useful trade. I still could… well…

And I’ve thought about going to law school, too. My brother’s a lawyer. I’m pretty sure I could get into a law school. But I’d be afraid that I’d go to school for 3 years, get into mountains of debt, and then when I got to be a lawyer… what if I didn’t like the job that much? What if I was miserable at it?

I got a job at Fry’s, so that’s good news.

And my daughter is doing well. She’s asleep on the couch, keeping me company.


How are you doing?

Sincerely,
Telemoonfa