Easter Bunny: Just One of Many Talents
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Today I made my usual, routine trip to the unemployment office and while there I found myself daydreaming. Daydreaming to the point I almost missed them calling my name. I had been daydreaming of jobs long since gone, jobs I really enjoyed while they lasted. Jobs I held before I grew up and life got so complicated, jobs that when I did hear my name had left a smile on my face. If you would be so kind I would like to take you on my trip down memory lane.
The first job I ever had was at a local pizza parlor helping to prepare pizzas. This was where I learned the valuable lesson of nothing is really ever free. Here I witnessed two mooching kids get offered the free pizza they so often asked for only if they could chew and not swallow an anchovy until told to swallow. Neither could and neither got their free pizza. But at least they made it outside before they lost their cookies.