Worst Job, Dream Job

I read with interest the Kitsap Sun’s most recent article on unemployment.

In Kitsap County we’re up from 5.5 percent unemployment in October to 5.8 percent in November. That’s an increase of 1.5 percentage points from a year ago November. Statewide, unemployment stands at 6.4 percent; nationwide at 6.7 percent. And of course, behind all those stats are people.

Who among us has not been touched by this aspect of the recession, either directly or through someone we know losing a job or having a hard time finding one? I can list a half dozen people I know who are or shortly will be looking for work. My son searched for more than two months and sent out more than 20 resumes before landing a job earlier this month.

As he was starting to reach the point of desperation, he took a job that proves some things are worse than not working. The job title said, “canvassing.” But it was really cold call solicitations door-to-door. The nonprofit organization he worked for may have been very worthwhile, but given the reception he got, he may as well have been selling useless, overpriced whizmos or had the plague. It was totally demoralizing, he said. He quit after two days. Thankfully, he got a “real” job earlier this month, with benefits!

My worst job ever was a temp position in which I collated papers in a concrete, windowless building, freezing my buns off in a skirt because they told me it was a clerical position. It was the longest day-and-a-half of my life.

Second worst was waiting tables at the Village Pancake House in Casper, Wyoming. The restaurant was the place to go for a hot date, a sad commentary on the town and the times (1970s). I’m sure it’s an up and coming burg by now. You had to put up with sexist comments because the unspoken rule was the more you flirted the better they tipped. Twenty-five cents was the norm; 50 cents was considered big spending. It wasn’t – even for those times.

With all the uncertainty about the economy and the job market, who among us has not thought about what we would do if we got laid off? Is it the Chinese language in which the characters for “danger” and “opportunity” are the same? It could be time to explore a new field or finally believe you have the stuff to get that dream job.

So what would your dream job be? Is there anything in life you’d like to do that you haven’t tried?

3 thoughts on “Worst Job, Dream Job

  1. When I was 10 I wanted to be both a ballerina and a nun. These days, my dream job would be doing what I am now, community work, but in my dreams I’d be able to fund what I get involved in 🙂 The budget is being cut on creating affordable housing for the homeless. It would be cool to be able to snap my fingers, and voile!

  2. My dream job would be conducting educational tours for junior high and high school students of historical places across our nation. Learning about our great nation from books or videos is one thing, but experiencing it up close and personal is magical. It makes history and current events real and it is so rewarding to see a child suddenly have a “light bulb” moment when they realize that what they have read in books or studied in a classroom really happened and is important.

    The worst job I ever had was the summer between my junior and senior year in high school when I spent several weeks removing “fart rock” (excuse the term, but if you smelled it you would understand) that insulated the tracks of an aircraft carrier’s launch line when I was in the work-study program at PSNS. The only thing that made it bearable was working with a fun crew. It was honest work, but because of the smell and grime that seemed to soak through everything, it was the worst job I ever had.

    Regards,
    Kathryn Simpson

  3. I wanted to be an archaeologist…thanks to a wonderful biology teacher at SK.
    A ‘dream’ job would be to take all the unwanted, throw-away dogs and give them a permanent home.
    My worse job was baby-sitting.
    My sister was the baby sitter in our family and this was for the children of a family my sister usually baby-sat for…but she was busy with another baby-sitting job.
    I agreed when I was told the children would be asleep and I just needed to be there to watch over them.
    About an hour after the parents left the baby woke up crying. I tried everything my mother suggested I try, including rocking the baby in the chair. Nothing worked, the crying went on and I had to ask mom to help in person. She was the one with all the baby answers….my mother.
    Mom didn’t drive in those days but my dad drove her to the house where I happily and gratefully let her take the baby.

    Mom held the baby and within minutes, the baby stopped crying, a few pats on the back and the baby burped and began to smile.
    My mother rocked the baby to sleep, put her back in the crib then waited a few more minutes to see if she woke up. She didn’t wake up and dad drove mom back home…a few miles away.
    All was well.
    My mother loved little babies and they bloomed under her care.
    I baby-sat twice in my young life… that was the second and last time.
    My mother loved babies and young children all her life and they responded to her.
    This is our first Christmas without my mother but I’m sure that babies sometimes cry even in Heaven and my mother is right there to sooth each babies cry.
    That is the kind of mom she was.
    Happy Holidays!

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