Unfortunately I don’t quite have the diversity of job types that Shan has, but I’ve had some crazy ones.
BEST JOB
Main Street Pub. For 3 years in college, I was a line cook for a bar and restaurant and I loved it. It was hot and sweaty and I often felt underpaid, but it was a blast. I worked with a crazy bunch of guys in that kitchen (slightly less exaggerated than the movie Waiting), and spent way too much time after shifts siting in the bar drinking and cracking up with my coworkers. I managed to work with several friends that I knew from school too, and we were crazy. That job also represents my transition into chef, where I first saw some responsibility in a job, and got to be creative as a cook.
THE BEST JOB RUNNER UP
This is my current job. I’m the head chef for a senior meals program in town, and I love it. It’s my best job in some respects. I have a good balance of responsibility and lack of stress, and for the most part I like the people I work with. The only thing I don’t like is that I have to manage people. And there’s a part of me that wishes I was cooking on a line again, with all that craziness. A very, VERY small part. But I do love knowing that my food is doing good for people that really need it.
THE WORST JOB
My freshman year of college, I worked at the dorm front desk. Essentially, I sold stamps, printer paper, pens, and other random items. I also signed in visitors, monitored people coming in and out, passed along calls to the RAs, and signed out cleaning supplies and vacuums. The worst part though, is that my shift was 1am to 7am. Seriously…overnight. They called it “Night Security.” I fell asleep a couple times and it was awful. I did get to do lots of homework during my shift, but I imagine a lot of it was done poorly. And come on…who needs a freakin’ stamp at 3 in the morning?!? It was horrible.
THE WORST JOB RUNNER UP
The summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college, I got a job as a busboy at Damon’s. This now defunct rib restaurant in west Michigan was a huge sports bar on one side, and a restaurant on the other. My job was to clean tables…that’s it. I cleared dishes into a tub, wiped tables, cleaned floors, and did other miscellaneous cleaning. This was the job where I found out about cleaning trash cans. Literally, they made me take every trash can in the restaurant and scrub them with bleach to clean them. Awesome. I made decent money, but I didn’t know anyone, and I was only there for 4 months, so I didn’t really try to make friends. Plus, I lived at home, so I felt like I was back in high school.
EASIEST JOB
My sophomore year of high school, I worked at Mr. Burger (you can’t make this stuff up). Mr. B is a locally owned chain of, surprise, burger joints. I worked after school a few days a week, and all day Saturdays. I started as a busboy/dishwasher, but quickly worked my way up to cook. I had to take orders from the cafeteria-style counter, cook burgers and fries (or breakfasts of Saturdays), ring up orders at the cash register, and do general cleaning. It was easy because Mr. B was SLOW. For some reason, the owner wanted to make sure we were always staffed for the “rush,” which rarely came. So we filled time by playing 20-questions and hangman, telling dirty jokes, and grazing from all the readily available food. If I was there now, I would weigh 300 pounds.
HARDEST JOB
For 2 crazy years, I was a high school English teacher. After college, a friend and I moved to California to be teachers. He was a band director, and I was an English teacher. This phase of my life was amazing, but terrible. I was away from home and making a name for myself in the world of education. I was actually pretty decent at it. But I also worked 12 hours a day, plus several hours most Saturdays, and usually drove to school on Sundays to update grades. I couldn’t escape my job. For those that are successful teachers, you are all amazing. Everyone told me it would get easier, but I couldn’t wait. After 2 years of crushing difficulty, I turned tail and came home. I’m glad I did it, because those two years informed a lot of who I am today, but it was miserable. if you know a teacher, thank them. And don’t EVER talk about what a sweet schedule teachers have, or how easy it must be to only work 8 months a year. It is rough.
STUPIDEST JOB
As part of my culinary degree, I did an internship with the food and beverage department of the local minor-league baseball team. It sounded amazing. I got free room and board and few bucks in my pocket, and I got to stay local to be with Shannon (at the time my budding serious girlfriend). I got to be outside all summer, and be around baseball, which was a big part of my childhood and one of the few connections I have with my Dad. It did not turn out well. I discovered that an f&b intern was actually a glorified workhorse. I had to stock all of the concession stands every day, put away deliveries of 800 to 1500 cases of food, clean and fix restaurant equipment, often in 90-degree enclosed spaces, and work 14-hour days when there were home games. I did take advantage of the free apartment, but found out after I signed up for the room that I had–surprise–a roommate. Seriously? I think it was a great opportunity for someone totally different from me, but for me, it sucked. I quit half-way through the season.
MOST CHALLENGING JOB
Amazingly, I have a job that was more challenging than teaching. It was…substitute teaching. Oh yeah. After moving back home from California, I hadn’t completely given up on teaching yet, and I subbed while also working for TGI Fridays. Subbing is kind of like teaching, only you don’t know the kids and they don’t know you. Remember those images from tv and the movies where the kids are running riot over a flustered substitute teacher? It’s kind of true. This was when I really realized what little punks most teenagers are. Seriously, they are bastards. If you have kids…don’t let them turn into bastard teenagers. Also, lots of teachers are pretty terrible when it comes to leaving plans for subs. I actually had sub plans once that said “teach unit 4.7.” This was in a 7th graded algebra class. After quick calculation, I figured out that I took algebra the same year most of those kids were born, and haven’t really done it since then. Thanks math teacher…thanks a bunch. That was a rough year.
OTHER JOBS WORTH MENTIONING
My other jobs are all variations on the ones listed, but I’ve also had the opportunity to do a few things to fill the time and make some extra money. I can’t help but stay busy.
Scoreboard Operator – When I was teaching, I also worked as the basketball scoreboard operator. This meant that every Tuesday and Friday I went straight from class to the gym and sat in the bleachers for 5 hours. It was actually awesome though. I got to watch the freshmen, JV, and varsity games, and run the scoreboard. I got free concession stand food and got to know the other teachers that I worked with really well. And hello…extra money!
Band Camp – I was a band geek, and I loved it. As a teacher who lived with the band director, I got to stay in that world and make a little extra money to work with the marching band. If I could have done that without being a teacher, I might have stayed. I loved it. I also got to work a local marching band’s camp after I moved back home.
Pit Musician – In college, I got to work as a paid musician in the pit orchestra of a high school musical directed by a friend. We did Oliver, and it was so much fun. I hardly made any money, but it was a blast.
Author’s note–Sorry, I’m not as awesome as my wife, and I don’t have any pictures.