I’m watching a video that does a snippet of every number one song from 1953-2023 and all I can say is that they lost me around 1990. I barely recognized any song or singer. Of course that would be the time I switched to Country music so it should not be surprising.
Blue Chip bowling caller, porter, and bowling alley desk man were not career-worthy…, and occasionally preaching is a mostly-unpaid side hustle. The other thing is going on 45 years…
I would say two careers. Many jobs. Another way of looking at it is that I’ve always been a manager or owner where I’ve worked, except for two jobs as an adult, so my career has been that of management with many chapters.
The two that I would classify as a career are when I owned/operated a DQ for 16 years. I sold that and trade futures now. When people ask me what I do, I just say I do some stuff online now, and nobody has ever pressed me for details.
I worked summer jobs at DQ when I was just old enough — 17 and 18, I suspect. Ours offered
not only
banana splits, sundaes, root beer floats, blizzards, soda selections, milk shakes, Buster Bars and Dilly Bars (which we made ourselves), chocolate and vanilla soft ice cream cones (learn how to make the swirl) with either chocolate or cherry dip (learn how not to lose the cone filling when turning it upside down),
but also
a fryolator (which needed to be cleaned at the end of every shift), so:
french fries, fried clams, and onion rings
brazier dogs constantly rotating (learn how to make the chili correctly)
and an ice cream compressor which would blow ice cream all over the freezer room if you didn’t relieve the pressure when it started to groan.
It was a small storefront operation, in the equivalent of a small strip mall, so most often you’d be working a shift all by yourself, then locking up and mopping the floors and cleaning all the equipment for the next shift.
Good times. Allowed to eat all the free food you wanted, so you wouldn’t steal. Owner/boss said, if you get a robber, just give them whatever they ask for, because it’s just a job.
You’re not fbi are you?.
I mean, in this day and age a person can’t be too careful.
OK, four careers.
I’m watching a video that does a snippet of every number one song from 1953-2023 and all I can say is that they lost me around 1990. I barely recognized any song or singer. Of course that would be the time I switched to Country music so it should not be surprising.
Just as long as you remember Bob Wells is still the king..
Really? I thought it was Bob Wills.
Nope, it’s Wells because imma Texican and it was part of our grade school curriculum to know this.
OK you win its Wills. How am I suppose to remember where every little vowel goes.
You only have to remember the right ones.
I quit caring a long time ago about it because they couldn’t ever even decide whether ‘y’ is a definite vowel or not.
“I only had one job…” You all know how that turns out…
Blue Chip bowling caller, porter, and bowling alley desk man were not career-worthy…, and occasionally preaching is a mostly-unpaid side hustle. The other thing is going on 45 years…
Put an Amen to it Padre.
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One career, 3-4 different aspects but smoothly connected, one place of work, 4 very different owners. Retired with >40 years and a retirement plan.
I would say two careers. Many jobs. Another way of looking at it is that I’ve always been a manager or owner where I’ve worked, except for two jobs as an adult, so my career has been that of management with many chapters.
The two that I would classify as a career are when I owned/operated a DQ for 16 years. I sold that and trade futures now. When people ask me what I do, I just say I do some stuff online now, and nobody has ever pressed me for details.
Until now…
My friend and I went crazy today trying to find aDQ that wasn’t closed for the season.
I worked summer jobs at DQ when I was just old enough — 17 and 18, I suspect. Ours offered
not only
banana splits, sundaes, root beer floats, blizzards, soda selections, milk shakes, Buster Bars and Dilly Bars (which we made ourselves), chocolate and vanilla soft ice cream cones (learn how to make the swirl) with either chocolate or cherry dip (learn how not to lose the cone filling when turning it upside down),
but also
a fryolator (which needed to be cleaned at the end of every shift), so:
french fries, fried clams, and onion rings
brazier dogs constantly rotating (learn how to make the chili correctly)
and an ice cream compressor which would blow ice cream all over the freezer room if you didn’t relieve the pressure when it started to groan.
It was a small storefront operation, in the equivalent of a small strip mall, so most often you’d be working a shift all by yourself, then locking up and mopping the floors and cleaning all the equipment for the next shift.
Good times. Allowed to eat all the free food you wanted, so you wouldn’t steal. Owner/boss said, if you get a robber, just give them whatever they ask for, because it’s just a job.