My
first job ever
I
worked for a Mr. Clyde Pickens, and my sole role was to pull up weeds growing
in his caladium fields. (If you’re not familiar, a caladium is an elephant ear
type plant, about the size of your average baseball cap, and available in a
myriad of different colors).
I
was 14 or 15 at the time, and spent a couple of hours after school each day,
and all day on Saturdays walking down the rows of multi-colored leaves, pulling
up weeds from around the foot tall plants, and dropping them in a bushel
basket.
Mr.
Pickens, (God rest his soul) was, to put it bluntly, a cheap skate. I mean, my
fellow student-workers, and I were paid all of $1.15 per hour. And while my
employment there was a full half century hence, I surmise he was as much as
robbing us of 50 cents an hour.
Each
and every day, when I returned home from work, my mother required me to come in
the back door, and strip down to my skivvies on the screened in porch. She
sometimes accused me of looking like a member of a different racial group since
the caladiums were planted in muck; and during the course of my workday, I
could not help but be covered with it.
Did
I mention my employer was a cheap skate? (Yeah, I thought I did). His entire
crew walked out when he announced we were being cut to $1.00 per hour.
Over
the next couple of decades, I was employed in a myriad of vocations. So much so
that I joked with one of my counseling interns that I was the recipient of,
“The Most Multitudinous and Menial Vocations in This or Any Other Universe
Award.”
I
mean, to give you the slightest flavor…
Laborer – Plant Nursery. Laborer
– Phosphate Industry. Sales Representative
– Grit Newspaper. Vending Machine
Attendant – Winter Haven Hospital
Café. Soft Drink Pallet Stacker –
Coca-Cola Corp. Janitor –
Southeastern Bible College. Personnel
Clerk – U.S. Air Force. Minister.
Insulation Blower – Long since
forgotten company. Utility Hole Digger
– Washington, D.C. Subway System. Manager
– Kinney Shoe Corp. Personnel Clerk
– Brown & Root Corp. Personnel Clerk
– Maryland Air National Guard. Personnel
Clerk – Florida Army National Guard. Personnel
Clerk – U.S. Army Records Center. Personnel
Clerk – U.S. Air Force Finance Center, Pentagon. Asphalt Laborer – Long since forgotten company. Short Order Cook – McDonald’s Corp. Driver – United Parcel Service.
Immaturity
Incarnate
Pt.
2
Pastoral
Counselor – Area Churches. Adjunct Professor – Southeastern University. Published Writer. Human Resources Manager – Jeff’s Concrete
Construction, Inc.
Oops,
sorry. I guess I was “on a roll.”
In
spite of the title of my fictional award, (and as you might have noticed) not
all of my vocations were menial, and some required some degree of intellect,
and training. However, if you conjectured that none of my former professions
offered me any particular security, or wealth in abundance, you would have it
just about right.
In
retrospect, perhaps my first wife’s decision to “kick me to the curb” afforded
me enough involuntary insight to break free of, well, me, and the necessary
impetus to ‘grow up.’ It would certainly seem so.
(God
knows, it was about time).
Fast
forward four decades of living and breathing and moving and being, and I find
myself nearing a rather important milestone.
In
my comings and goings with family, friends and clients, I sometimes find myself
musing,
“I’m
30…as long as I stay away from mirrors.”
I
know it’s a cliché, but “where did time go?”
Yesterday
I experienced a rather singular thought.
My
last job ever
There
is every reason to believe that I am presently engaged in the last job in which
I will ever be employed; before I meet my Maker. For you see, at the grand old
age of (almost) 70, I not only continue to dabble in the counseling arena, but
I am a Human Resources Manager for a local construction company.
(Interestingly
enough, a husband and wife duo own the company. Well, I suppose that particular
facet isn’t necessarily all that unique. However, they were not only former
premarital counseling clients of mine, but subsequently assisted me as leaders
in a recovery group which I founded, and not only are Jeff and Ginger very dear
friends, but the latter of the two is my spiritual daughter).
Pt.
3
How,
after all, do I feel about the notion of my last job ever? Or for that matter,
how do I feel about the notion of standing on the precipice of the last quarter
of my life expectancy?
There’s
a scene in a movie with which I particularly identify.
What
a glorious night.
Every
face I see is a memory.
It
may not be
a
perfectly perfect memory.
Sometimes
we had
our
ups and downs.
But
we're all together,
and
you're mine for a night.
And
I'm gonna break precedent
and
tell you my one candle wish.
That
you would have a life
as
lucky as mine,
where
you can wake up
one
morning and say,
"I
don't want anything more."
Seventy
years.
Don't
they go by in a blink?
(“Meet
Joe Black”)
by William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from (Mc)Donald's Daily Diary. Vol.70. Copyright pending
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by William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from (Mc)Donald's Daily Diary. Vol.70. Copyright pending
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