Last night I dreamed I was driving the Sr. Citizens' bus.
I actually dreamed I was stepping on all their ears too.
This after watching Dumbo...I hope.
It made me think of all the jobs I have had.
I drove the Senior Citizen bus one whole summer.
It was a blast.
It was part of my college practicum.
I had to work in the senior home,
and I was employed by the local RSVP
(retired senior volunteer program)
and no I didn't have a salary.
I paid them...for education.
My degree...Home Ec./Family Services.
I did time in a child care program too.
It all is coming in handy now, huh?
I also worked summers in a local paper factory.
That taught me a lot about life.
There was a lot of drama and
a lot of tomfoolery going on there.
I got an education very quickly on how not to behave.
They made cups, lids, and paper plates.
I worked on the plates one summer,
and a couple of Christmas breaks,
and was a material handler one summer.
To this day my family says...
Well, Son of a cup maker.
Nicer than the usual sentiment.
Use it, it's fun to say.
Another summer the factory wasn't hiring
so I worked at a local restaurant...
The Country School.
I was the girl in the ugly rust polyester dress,
in the back
filling the orders.
I was the one who said "order up".
I was also the one who ate the chicken liver
when it fell out of the basket.
The bosses were great and it was a fun job
even if I went home smelling like a fry.
We got married just before my last semester
and I drove to school.
This is when I worked unpaid at the daycare.
After graduation it was 1981.
After graduation it was 1981.
The Reagan administration had cut many social programs.
I couldn't find a job.
I went to work for one month
for a local marketing service company.
They gave market advice for the stock market.
The owner was weird.
He was seriously disturbed.
I had no idea what I was doing and
he really didn't know what he was doing.
Luckily for me, an aide job
came available at the school.
I was the aide for a boy
with Down Syndrome who was
mainstreamed into first grade.
(Isn't God smart?)
I worked there that year and
then had my first child, Annie that June.
I stayed at home from then on
and had 4 more babies in the next 4 years.
During the years I was raising kids though,
I always had a job to earn extra money.
I babysat a couple of extra kids.
I sold Longaberger baskets for a time.
(There a many, many in storage in the top of the shed)
I substitute taught (worst job ever).
I sold antiques and did antique shows.
( again, many in the shed)
I cleaned houses.
We bought the trailer park
and had/have rentals.
I farmed with my husband and father in law
during harvest( loved it)
and did the farmer's wife "go-for" and
"meals on wheels" thing.
Then Annie had Aubrie.
I fell head over heels.
I retired from the antique shop,
(but not the "go-for and cook thing).
Now I keep the grand kids
and visit my folks.
I get paid with hugs and kisses
and lots of memories.
It is the best job yet.
It's what I still wanna do, when I grow up.