It can be a struggle to get through the second half of the day.
When’s the last time you perused the Help Wanted ads? It’s slim pickings. Sort of makes you long for the good old days, full of exciting careers for men,
and lucrative business opportunities for women.
And even teens could find gainful employment.
Reminisce about a job you once had, or one your parents or grandparents held.
Wow, an ad from Shackleton, he wasn’t kidding about the danger.
It reminds me of the ad from Safety Not Guaranteed.
His second Antarctic expedition was a shitshow of the highest order, but he brought most of his crew back alive. It’s actually pretty remarkable the lengths he went.
Wow, haven’t thought about Tupperware in a long time. Where have all the good pyramid schemes gone? Seems like Trump has all the best grifts these days. I remember my mom had a friend that sold Mary Kay and sold enough to get the pink Cadillac, remember that shit? I also don’t hear much about Amway anymore but sure it still exists in some circles?
After my coffee break, I’m taking the wife to look at greenhouses. I told her I would build her one last Christmas but we can’t seem to come to terms on design. We have a huge place that sells kits and will help you custom design your own not too far away so should be interesting. I could use some good husband points, my account is pretty depleted these days.
I think all the good schemes are online MLMs these days- skin care and diet drinks seem big.
My neighbors have a big greenhouse in their back yard. They give us all our plants in the spring. Looking at kits sounds like fun. But I doubt your husband account is low on points, it seems like you do a pretty good job. Never hurts to bank a few more.
I find that additional dogs always refills the husband-points meter…. Keitel wishes I went in for green houses.
Losing our dog at the beginning of the Covid thing was too tough on all of us to think about another one right now. Plus with the girls getting close to leaving the nest we may be traveling too much to deal with pet ownership again. I’m sure we will end up grandparents to dogs down the road.
This could get out of hand.
https://www.inavateonthenet.net/news/article/greenhouse-contains-crazy-interactive-digital-attraction
We need to get this to @Loveshaq‘s wife!
I would be up for this if we were growing pot but that is not going to happen in my wife’s greenhouse! I’ll be lucky to get a little section for my hot peppers.
Tupperware still exists. It’s headquartered here in Florida and pops up the news every so often. It’s … not doing terribly well. Mary Kay still exists, too. Which is amazing — for a long time you couldn’t go to a garage sale or flea market without encountering someone trying to unload their stock of Mary Kay products, since you had to buy the stuff up front and then re-sell it.
It’s all still MLM, but I think people are less inclined to fall for that nonsense now. I suspect the Internet blew most of the MLM industry wide open.
I didn’t know Tupperware was in Florida. I doubt anyone buys it now that Gladware is in every store. Have you seen On Becoming a God in Central Florida? Great show.
No, but now I’ve gotta check it out.
Amway seems to be big in Spanish-speaking countries. I’ve actually been paid on occasion to translate some of their shit into English.
I know 2 people who got sucked into Amway. Both educated, and already fairly successful. I never understood it.
my first job was beheading lillies…sitting on a bar behind a tractor beheading the lillies as it drove up and down the field…
it sucked
pay was pretty awesome for a 12 year old that wasnt legally allowed to work yet tho
tbh…i think that whole job might not be legal anymore as its not exactly safe and they have machines for it now
That sounds terrible. My first job wasn’t much better. I worked summers for my school district cleaning the buildings before reopening in the fall. Doing the elementary schools involved scraping gum and snot off the bottoms of the desks. Children are gross little creatures.
My first job was awesome. I picked up film from photographers taking pictures of old ladies sitting on Don Ho’s lap at his hula show, taking film back to lab, then coming back with pictures before the end of the show. Fun fact, Don Ho had quite the blow problem in those days and used to get high with the photogs. His daughters danced hula in those shows and made it the best minimum wage job ever!
also liked his weed…
Definitely more fun than farscythe and I had!
My first job was as a dishwasher in a full service restaurant. That was where I learned of the unmitigated horror that is Mother’s Day. I started at noon and the place was already completely destroyed. There were two of us working the dish pit and even with the automated machine that took a little over one minute to run its cycle, we still couldn’t keep up. The place was such a disaster that we worked until 2 or 3 am and then we had to stop because the garbage disposal backed up and became a garbage geyser. The manager sent us home. If it hadn’t broken, we would have easily been there until 6am.
Don’t take your mother out for Mother’s Day. Learn how to cook instead.
I worked as a dishwasher 1 night in HS. That’s all it took.
You’re a much quicker learner than I am:) I spent the better part of 12 years in that godforsaken business. I eventually worked on lines and then transitioned to the front of house–which is where I really honed my seething hatred of humanity.
Me, too. My dishwashing career lasted through the summer between high school and college. My mother once told me, “I know it’s not great, but everywhere you go from here is up.” She was right.
Not-so-fun fact: I worked at Sambo’s, the restaurant with the incredibly racist name.
Jobs: My Grandfather on my Mother’s side was a watercress farmer. My first job was in a cosmetics store, very under-age for it at 14 years.
That’s a very specific type of farming. But someone had to keep the country in tea sandwiches. A cosmetics store is a teen girl’s dream job! Gotta love that discount.
My parents make nuts and bolts so for as long as I can remember I answered the phone and took messages. My brother and I counted parts for $2 an hour.
Then in HS and College I worked at the local sub shop; it wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great either.
Good thing about working for your parents – you automatically get the job.
Bad thing – You can’t call off because you’re hung over.
Hey, my parents were teachers. Plus they didn’t believe in allowance. I graded a fuckton of papers for free. Plus served as a guinea pig for all kinds of intelligence/IQ/literacy tests that my mother brought home to “evaluate.” So $2 an hour sounds pretty sweet.
My grandmother married a much older man, she was his second wife. They had kids fairly late in life (for the times) and one of their sons had a boatload of kids and I’m one of them, on the tail end. I’m not so young myself.
My grandfather, not my great-great-grandfather, drove a stagecoach. Well, he did, until he moved to the “big city,” and met my grandmother. Then he became something of a real estate magnate/slumlord but like half the country lost everything in the Great Depression. My grandfather would have been only a little older than I am now at the onset of the Great Depression so now that we’ve begun the second one I get to live through one too! On the plus side, the stock market hasn’t crashed, just the opposite, but we’ll see how long that lasts. On the minus side, Herbert Hoover was many things but he was not stupid, hopped up on drugs, suffering from three or four ailments found in the DSM-5, and not sundowning.
My father as a tween worked as a projectionist at a movie theater. They liked young kids because their hands were small enough to thread the film through the projectors quickly so if it were a two- or three-reeler there wasn’t much interruption for the audience, plus all the cartoons and MovieTone News updates and then the second feature to show.
A stagecoach? That’s interesting. And I didn’t know about the child projectionists/small hands thing. Deadsplinter is very educational!
During the Great Depression and post, my grandfather was a gardener for a rich guy in our county. He took care of the house (the family was not there) and lived in the house with his wife. That house is now the [blank] County Historical Society and you can take tours of the old house and grounds. Last time I was there with my Grandpa (back in 2006) he pointed to the main bedroom in the house and said “that’s where your Dad was conceived”.
Um, congrats on the sex Grandpa!
TMI Grandpa!
Good God, yes.
My Dad was with us. So it was more like “That’s where your Dad [gestures at Dad] was conceived.”
Awkward all around.
Your grandfather sounds hilarious.
first job? I think it was on a newspaper/magazine/stationary general convenience store. money was pretty lousy but at least we could borrow any reading material we wanted, read it, and bring it back so it could be sold. not any adult titles for obvious reasons!
You could read all the music mags!