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Three jobs I have had:
1. When I was 22 I worked as a lunch lady. Yeah, my title was a lot fancier, but that's basically what I was. It was one of the most fun jobs I've ever had. Every morning and afternoon I'd drive a few blocks to a larger school to pick up breakfast, then lunch. Then I'd go room to room passing out food and collecting money. It always got really rowdy when I came in.
The school was a small, alternative K-12 that was created for children who for whatever reason had a hard time in a normal school. There was a kid with Tourette's, a large number of kids with ADHD or who were bipolar...kids in gangs...living in foster or group homes...little kids with already-tough lives. It was hard for me at first. The school was very small so I had a lot of contact with the kids. It was the little kids that I got attached to. Besides a few bad eggs, most of the little ones were really sweet and had obviously been thrust into a world that they couldn't comprehend; uncaring parents, drug use, abandonment, misfiring synapses, etc.
There was one little boy who became very attached to me. I bought him a copy of James and the Giant Peach, even though he said he hated reading. He lived in a group home, and didn't have many possessions. I inscribed the book with a little note, which I think is essential when giving a book as a gift. I wonder if he still has it.
2. My first job upon moving to Los Angeles was at a little clothing store on Melrose called Funky Diva (yeah). I was made the assistant manager despite my limited retail experience and zero experience managing people. Although the weekends were crazy-busy, the weekdays would pass slowly, sometimes with only one or two customers coming in the entire day. Luckily I worked with some really awesome girls. We would spend hours talking about our pasts, analyzing each other's current relationship drama (I was 18 so there was a lot of drama), trying on clothes, stealing clothes, and blasting music.
I worked there for eight months before I left for a better paying job. My feet hurt every day, due to my poor choice of footwear coupled with having to be on my feet for 8+ hours a day. I had an awesome wardrobe, though...and a couple close new girlfriends, none of whom I kept in touch with (I'm really bad at that, for some reason...but I'm working on it).
3. My first job upon moving back to Los Angeles after my 3 1/2 year stint in San Francisco was for a psychologist in Beverly Hills. This man, by far, was the craziest person I have ever met. His office was a tiny, two room affair, which I would often sit alone in for hours wondering what the hell I was supposed to do. I never, not in the three or so months I worked for him, had a clear concept of what my job was. I'm pretty sure he just liked having a young girl around in order to bolster his ego. And, my lord, he had an ego. He's the epitome of my reasons for not being interested in dating a Jewish guy. An overly confident, ego maniacal, sexist, oblivious, exhausting narcissist...that's what he was.
When I quit the first time, after the first few confusing weeks, he responded by offering me a $5 an hour raise, which I accepted. The second and last time I quit, after a couple months of more confusion, coupled with blatant and creepy sexual harassment, we got into a screaming match. I still get the creeps when I think about him.
what's the best/worst job you've ever had?