i'm just a literary tease, my reputation's on its knees.

Hello, I'm Moira. I'm a Job A'holic. Sorta.

May 11, 2005

Today is my last day of work. It's a weird feeling leaving a job, knowing that a phase of my life is officially over. I have had 24 jobs in my 26 years, a number that is whoa-crazy! who else do you know who has had 24 jobs? no one I bet! anyway, what's particularly odd about all my jobs is that this job is the first job that I am leaving on "officially" good terms, meaning that I turned in a notice, worked through the notice, and smiled (or will smile) on my way out the door.

For your amusement pleasure, I now offer a summary of the jobs I have worked:

My first job was as a babysitter du jour. I was fired when my charge learned some, um, inappropriate language. Next, I picked up a position as a kitchen helper at camp sonrise mountain. I worked one week and HATED it so intensely that I never went back to church camp afterwards.

From '95 - '01, I worked a variety of positions in popular family restaurant, starting as a cashier/hostess and moving my way up into management. I worked for 6 years, finally turned in a 3 week notice in 2001 right before I moved to Greensburg... went to work the next day and found out I was taken completely off the schedule... walked out in a fit of rage and ate breakfast at Eat 'n Puke as revenge.

My college years have provided much material on the job front: I was a copygrrl @ Pig Iron Press, definitely the CRAZIEST job I've had to date! I was also a gift shop cashier @ the Butler Institute of American Art, a telephone operator for a data entry company, a grill cook at seven different restaurants, a prep cook for a popular Italian joint, and a waitress for a Mexican restaurant.

I've branched out into non-food related pursuits such as running a sewing machine at a local silkscreening company and working as a data entry clerk for the U.S. Postal Service (that job suu-uuucked!). I've been a paid website representative, a grocery store cashier, a student services clerk at the local community college, a SHU writing consultant, and a seller of fruit.

I've even had a few businesses over the years: I've sold bath salts on ebay, later expanding into scented oils, lotions, and soaps and spent a year making and selling hemp creations.

What was the craziest way that I quit a job?

I was a grill person @ (dare I admit it?) McDonalds - I worked about 2 months before I called up one night and said (and I quote), "Hi, um, this is Moira? Um, I'm not coming to work tomorrow. Or ever again."

What was the grossest job I've had?

I was a grill cook @ Bob Evans - ok, seriously? this restaurant was the dirtiest gross-ass restaurant in which I have ever set foot. the food is excellent just try to never think about the filth behind the scenes, okay? *shudders*

The best job?

That's a toss up between being a seller of fruit for two summers in a row and working at Pig Iron Press. One had the perks of deeply discounted fruits / vegetables; the other offered such strange bonuses as girls on rollerskates, purring cats, and reading manuscripts. My current (for 15 more minutes) position of sitting in front of a computer screen with fast internet access ain't so bad either.

Speaking of...
the countdown to Europe is on:
12 days 'til blastoff!

Moira at 05:56 PM :: Comments (4) :: ::

Posted by: Valerie Masciarelli at May 11, 2005 07:50 PM

hah! I was thinking that one day soon I should do my *real* resume: including all my jobs and what I actually did at those jobs. It might not help me get another job (hahaha!) but it would sure be interesting to have it all right there in front of me. :c)

Posted by: moira at May 12, 2005 11:12 AM

We must hang out when you return; we'll par-tay in West Mifflin. Dollah theatah, huzzah! Don't forget to send me an e-mail; Kim will have whatever e-mail addey I'm using at that time. If you don't stay in touch... I'll... I'll... hunt you down!

Posted by: Kate Cielinski at May 13, 2005 08:19 AM

Wow. Hm, so you sold fruit, too? I had some escapades in our local fruit market last summer until I got hurt and couldn't work anymore... You sure do define the phrase "jack of all trades"!

Posted by: Karissa at May 13, 2005 03:47 PM
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