Worst: sorting junk mail by postal code. Literally thousands of junk-mail flyers would come shooting out of the back end of a machine and my (teen-ager's summer) job was to catch them as they came out, bundle them into about 8-inch high stacks, tie them up with jute, and be ready to catch the unceasing flow as it continued to fly out of the machine. There would be hundreds of identical postal codes (whole neighborhoods would be bombarded) in a stream, but the codes would abruptly change and I had to be alert to notice this so that each tied-bundle contained only a single postal code. Being facile with numbers and pattern recognition, I was ideal for the job, from the employer's POV, and to this day I can cite the postal codes of numerous towns which I have not visited and never will. Incidentally, I also recall the phone numbers of houses and exchanges which no longer exist, and the license plate numbers of cars which no longer exist; such is the pain of having an eidetic-digital-memory.
Best: Cisco Systems technical instructor (over 20 yrs.). This was actually fun, teaching service providers to configure routers and switches (these are the devices which power the Internet, behind the graphical user interface). The world of routing and switching is very heavily digital, and either binary or hexidecimal to boot, so you could say my ship finally came in.
@Great-Big-Stees saidUuuu, sales. I couldn't sell a baby to its own mother !
Worst: Delivering thread in the Montreal garment district. (Summer job late 50s…not my age)
Best: Self employment Sales.
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@Great-Big-Stees saidIt takes all kinds to make a world.
I can’t get “into” my IPad without help. We all have our “things”…right?π€π
@moonbus saidI did?π²π«’π
It takes all kinds to make a world.
Edit: my response seems “out there” but not before the poster’s edit.π€ππ
Worst job: labouring on a building site in the 1980s. One guy got assaulted in the head by another using a cement mixer starting handle. Blisters on hands and backache even as a young man.
Best job: sales director in medtech; lots of EMEA, Russia and US travel meeting great people, customers and experiencing various cultures. Even got to work in Siberia for a few days which was wonderful.
Worst job: Carrying chickens from grow cages to brooding at an egg processing plant. If you’ve seen the film Napoleon Dynamite, you may remember the job Napoleon had…that was my job, only carrying six chickens at a time…In fact, the film was produced in the town where I had the job and featured my high school and locker.
Best job: the one I have now as a mental health professional to children and families in crisis. It’s difficult and wears on my own mental health, but the most rewarding job I’ve ever done.