Jack of all master of none.

With gainful employment now in my possession once again. I begin to
look back at my employment history. I have one semester of pre nursing
under my belt. That is the only college courses, the rest is what ever
looked good at the time. So here we go..

I started working in high school during the summer. I stripped floors,
painted walls, cleaned furniture and got my 1st kiss. He was the
supervisor's son. Who sent us off to work in empty building alone.
I learned a lot that summer. What was the funniest part. His dad was
trying to fix him up with my best friend. She was slimmer than me
with blond hair. But his son apparently found this little chubby girl
with brown hair a little more to his liking. But when school started
back the romance ended. But I did continue to work for the school
after school and during the summer until my last year of school.

My next job was working in a small truck stop owned by a soy bean
farmer. I worked Friday and Saturday nights 11:00pm to 7:00am then
back at 3:00pm to 11:00 on Sunday. I started out as a fry cook. The
only experience I had was cooking at home. This little truck stop
was close to one of the local bar's. So at 2:00 am when it closed,
we loaded up with drunks. I fried and scrambled eggs, sausage, ham,
bacon, and burnt toast and pancakes. I went home crying. It took a
while but I finally got the hang of it and became a pretty good
fry cook. I even had a man come back to the kitchen and give me a
tip. Said he owned a restaurant somewhere, and I had made him the
best pork chops he had ever eaten. I thanked him, but did not tell
him I had dropped one on the floor. (I had to use it we did not
have any more so I washed it off good and cooked it)

I graduated to waitress. This worked until I got out of High School.
I then went full time as 2nd shift waitress. Until the day I came
to work to find a note on the door. The IRS had taken possession of
the building and business for back taxes. I went home crying what
would I do. I had just moved out in my 1st apt. I cried for about
an hour. Then got cleaned up and went to the restaurant across the
street and got a job.

I left the restaurant next door to work in a furniture manufacturer.
We built living room furniture. I worked in the cutting room. I
helped the cutter lay out the material on a long table, then put
a pattern on it dust it with baby powder. She would then cut it.
I would bundle. I learned alot about working with women at this
job. It sucks...They whine, back bite and are plain nasty at times.
It was very hard on me. I stayed out in the floor where they
upholstered the furniture. The men out there were alot more friendly.
Of course this gave all those women lots to talk about. But it
was more fun. They taught me to play poker. Which came in handy
all the rest of my life..I did learn how to tell if living room
furniture was built well or if it would fall apart in a year. I
also learned enough about sewing and upholstering that I can do
it for myself if needed..

During my time there I also worked weekends as a nurses aid at a
nursing home. Now there is not much that can prepare you for that.
But I have always had a love for children and old people. The first
weekend I worked I could not eat for the smell. It is better now.
Most of them do not smell as bad. There are new products to help
with the work and keeping the smell down. One thing that comes to
mind, I got locked in a shower with a lady. I had gotten her
cleaned up and dressed. But when we went to get out the door would
not open. The Fire Dept had to come and take the door off. This
trained me for other jobs I did as private duty nurse and taking
care of my grandpa when he got sick.

The next job I went to was working at a small convenience store.
The one I told you about in the story where I got robbed. I learned
when some one has a gun give them money....

I am going to have to break this into more than one story..