Shrink Wrap Department, Brooklyn Bethel.
When I gave my month's notice, I was demoted to the bowels of a factory building. I was depressed because I didn't really want to leave, but my work as a proofreader at Bethel and foreign language "missionary" in the congregation put me over the brink. So, sadness and a BORING job was the worst scenario I recall at the moment.
I should have been a house cleaner along with the Bethel sisters. I began cleaning as a wee tot, of my own volition, and started my own cleaning business after NY. Cleaning -- you're born loving it, or . . .
Oh, yeah -- there's more. I remember a disorganized and messy family asking for help moving. They had to be out by the end of the weekend. A crew of us arrived early Saturday morning and the family had packed nothing. Closets, cabinets, rooms were overflowing with junk and clothes and all the usual household stuff.
What a nightmare. But jobs, like nightmares, eventually end.
Or, do they?!?!?!?
