yesterday i posted about whether or not to pursue a job i knew would make me miserable. i opted to not, as i've already had a few and think/hope i've hit my quota of misery-inducing jobs.
there were the high school era jobs (one gig included modelling go-go boots at nordstrom, dancing in a box in brass plum with only the boots visible. i'm not kidding.); then there were the college library jobs (mmmm...naps in the stacks!); and the current favorite, editing pet books at the crazy publisher of cat fancy, dog fancy and not one but TWO ferret magazines. the offices smelled of cat litter and did you know there's money to be made in gerbil shows??
so i got a comment on yesterday's post (shout out to "anonymous"!) that i should post a poll which got me wondering who else out there also has job horror stories. someone out there must have had to take a job in a pinch that puts mine to shame. this isn't the first time we're all strapped for cash so please feel free to share your pain. winners will receive, uh...some old disney swag? a deactivated 2008 silver pass? a special place in my heart...?
OK, i'll give props where due, this is NOT my story...
ReplyDeleteBut when I first got to LA, i met a kid who claimed he was a "Porn Oiler..."
REALLY... a Porn Oiler?....
he said his job was to make sure the porn stars (stars... like the AVN gives out A, B, and D lists) were not ashy! He oiled 'em up and down, all over, men and women, shims and shmers alike... with oil until they glistened.
Worst Job Ever.
Sidenote - because ashiness always turns a brotha off from sex.
-tjb
i think TJ may win this one. hmmm...i think i'd take porn oiler over pet publishing.
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