So, for my birthday a friend bought me a book of writing prompts – 300 to be exact. So Mike and I decided it would be fun to go through and do these together.
There are a few rules:
1. It’s time restrained – 7 minutes
2. You can’t look at the prompt until you’re ready to type
3. You have to stop, even mid-sentence, when the timer goes off
4. No edits after the timer
Prompt: Write about the weirdest job you ever had
Mike:
I don’t feel like I’ve had a lot of jobs in my life…
The weirdest job I ever had was probably selling hot dogs outside a bar from 10 PM until 3 AM. I worked as a bus boy at an Italian restaurant until 10. Towards the end of my shift I would get the cart ready. Then for about five hours I would sell hot-dogs and snacks to bar goers. Things were slow the first hour or so, then around 1 AM things picked up. Once the bar closed, it was a mad house for a one man show to feed the masses as they flowed outside the bar. Looking back, the job wasn’t that strange. The strange part was I was a senior in high school. I can’t believe my Mom was alright with it or that the business owner trusted me to run his show for him. It was a fun experience and I made more money in the last two hours of selling hot dogs than the six-hour busing shift!
Ace:
As far as “real” jobs go, I don’t know that I’ve really had a weird one. But I do remember some of my first “jobs”. They count, because I got paid.
My siblings really just tried to get me to go away, and it worked, but only if I got paid to do it. I used to get paid to pick up cigarette butts around the house/yard. I got paid 5 cents a butt for this. Like I said, it was mainly to make me go away, but it was also to hide the fact that they smoke. Jokes on them because I got a really cool barbie with that money and she had a backpack that lit up and made noise. I definitely irritated EVERYONE with that thing.
I also remember a time when I would get paid to go throw their cigarette butts in the toilet…that was usually when they had a date over…so they could kiss without me looking.
Weird jobs maybe, but I think I did pretty well in the end. And I never even started smoking despite all the opportunities to try it out. I did burn a toilet paper square with a cigarette butt over the toilet once…could’ve been the start with some pyro-stuff…I’d definitely be attacked these days for burning TP…thank goodness we weren’t in quarantine when I was 7!
I don’t have a lot to say about this so now I’m just rambling. I wish there were more details or weirder jobs with funnier stories. But alas, it was all pretty straight forward. I’d get a bucket fill it…
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