There is an ordained minister cat—via the Universal Life Church, of course—and plenty of cats who have been hired to kill mice at various businesses, from distilleries to pubs. (Let’s not think about that one too hard.)
In 2014, I spent nine months as an Uber Customer Service Representative. I found the posting on Craigslist while looking for telecommuting jobs. At the time I didn’t think it would be the job I would later leave off of my resume.
As a first-year high school teacher, I was required to lead a cat dissection unit. This is my story.
My primary responsibilities as a stay-at-home dad of three consist of breaking up toddler fights before they go from hilarious to incapacitating and somehow finding a way to pay half of our household bills. To do the latter, I’ve held a variety of part-time and odd-hour jobs.
Bourree Lam writes in the Atlantic about the negative results that can occur when a prospective employer asks for your salary history.
Whenever I find myself between jobs, or in a lean patch, I always seem to fall back on hadracha, staffing youth trips as they come to visit Israel for two weeks or longer.
I now make half my living as a wedding singer, and I got no shame about that. Being a wedding singer is possibly, by far, the best job I’ve ever had.
The first thing my boss ever said to me was, “You haven’t killed anyone have you?” This was at the soccer camp where I worked for two summers in college.
When I first arrived in the Keys, I didn’t have much in mind for what I wanted to do. I had given myself two months to decompress after working at an office job in San Francisco that I despised.
My mom called me the other day. “I have a new manager,” she explained, “and he’s younger than you.”