When I was a kid, I didn’t really have any illusions of being a famous artist or creative type when I grew up. For some reason I had this unexplained fear of starvation (even though I didn’t grew up that poor), so I really just wanted a stable, fairly lucrative career that involved a signing bonus and air-conditioned offices. Below are all the jobs I’ve had on my road to functional adulthood.
This week’s issue of The New Yorker is all about money, with a story about San Francisco’s entrepreneurial culture (which to be honest, I don’t have much interest in reading about at the moment), but there is also a delightful piece by Amy Poehler about the time she was 17 and worked at an ice cream parlor called Chadwick’s. When I was a teen, summer jobs were plentiful at the mall or working at Disneyland, and I opted for the former—a decision made because it was a shorter drive.