You know, I'm sick of seeing all these "switch" theme reality shows on t.v. If they want to do me a favor, someone can produce a "Take my job, please!" show, and I'll be first in line.
Seriously. Someone switch me for a few days and tell me if I'm crazy. I don't think I'm crazy. Maybe a little cranky, and perhaps even a little hostile, but not crazy. (The state of NC is pretty good at identifying crazy and placing subjects of said category into special classes.)
You come and answer the phone "with a smile in your voice" for eight hours, and I'll do...well, I'll do whatever it is you do. I'll clean public restrooms. I'll fit geriatrics with girdles. Just tell me that I'm not crazy.
Posted by Tiffany at February 15, 2005 11:03 PM | TrackBackAmen, sister!
Posted by: karsh at February 16, 2005 12:00 AMI can barely put a smile on my face long enough to handle the few customers I get in a day.
You can keep your 8-hours of voice-smiling. I'd snap before lunch :-)
Posted by: Harvey at February 16, 2005 10:10 AMYou could switch with "Spoonleg" at Spelunk in the Trunk (http://spelunk.blogspot.com). She's a nurse at a county hospital in Houston and her specialty is...massaging the interior of underpriveleged patients' anus (with her finger!) to promote bowel movements. That job sounds worse than yours... (I hope). Or you could try to handle my triplets for a few days... Either way you'd probably find each job pretty "shitty". Heh.
Posted by: Momotrips at February 16, 2005 11:20 PMThats it! I officially UNhate my job now.
Momotrips... that is the worst job I have ever heard of. Unless one is freaky like that... then it could possibly be the best job ever.
Posted by: Keeme at February 17, 2005 07:12 PM