A non-comprehensive list of things I’ve done to earn money in no particular order:
- Clean up and wood splitter for a tree removal company
- Construction laborer
- Dishwasher at a pizza joint
- TSA baggage handler
- Wawa gas attendant
- Delivery driver at another pizza spot
- Clerk at a wine shop
- Volunteer fireman
- Camp counselor
- Before and after school program worker
- Youth sports coach
- Bellhop at Disney World’s Tower of Terror
- Food service at Sea World
- Bartender/server at numerous bars/restaurants
- Lyft/Uber driver
- Personal Trainer
- Community Manager
- Assistant stage manager
- Assistant events coordinator
- Fitness model
- And, as a kid, the extremely glamorous job of “pooper scooper” for my neighbor who was a breeder of Shar Peis.
As you can probably imagine, that last one was clearly my favorite.
Yesterday, Em and I took an adventure to one of my favorite donut places in LA. It’s roughly a 2 mile walk from our apartment and along the way we stopped for coffee and a second time for brunch. It was a beautiful day for a walk and during our leisurely stroll we talked about a number of things. On the way home we came to a discussion about work and money.
Growing up we didn’t have a lot, but my mom always made sure that we had what we needed. I’ll forever appreciate her making sure that I understood the value of appreciation. Her insistence that while we may have been poor financially, we would always be rich in love and spirit. That perspective has been an incredible source of comfort this past year as I’ve been mostly jobless since March 2020.
After a year of sending out resumes and cover letters, I was all set for my first interview last Wednesday. I woke up Wednesday morning, got a bike ride in, worked out with my November Project crew, showered and had breakfast. I was ready to own my day when I received an e-mail telling me that the company I was set to interview with was going in another direction and that they were sorry for any disappointment. Reading that definitely took the wind out of my sails a bit, but then I told myself to find the silver lining. I told myself to appreciate their transparency and that they didn’t put me through a meaningless interview.
My Ted Lasso-like optimism reminds me that it’s all going to work out. Some how, some way, it always works out. After all, thanks to my mom, my friends and Em, I am still rich in love and spirit.