As the seconds went by, I witnessed the most patient woman on earth do her job.
Saint? you ask.
Teacher? you wonder.
Nurse? you query.
She was the person behind the prize counter at the arcade. Yes, this most patient of souls was waiting on a child clutching his precious receipt of 44 points, agonizing over whether to spend 2 points on a Laffy Taffy or a cat sticker.
“That leaves 42 points,” she said, finally handing over the cat sticker, one hand clutching the calculator she used to determine that 42 points remained. And she smiled, too.
If I had to do that job, I would rip my hair out. Seriously. “JUST PICK SOMETHING!” I would probably scream before I was fired.
This experience made me think of other jobs I could never do. Jobs like:
- Middle school teacher. Too many hormones and helicopter parents.
- Chuck E. Cheese employee. Enough said.
- Garbage collector. I think I would be exhausted and cranky after, oh, 30 minutes at this job.
- Daycare teacher in the toddler room: diapers, tantrums, and low pay. Oh wait! I did this job for 2 years. I’ll tell you about it sometime…
- Shoe salesperson. Too many feet, attitudes, and trips back and forth to the mysterious back room.
- Deodorant sniffer. Someone has to determine whether that deodorant really lasts 24 hours. Just not me.
- Clown. NO.
- Crab fisher. I’ve seen Deadliest Catch. I have no desire to be freezing wet and in fear of my life all day on a boat.
- Carnival worker. On the surface, I don’t think this would be so bad, loading people on and off rides that make them happy. But it must be horrendous because I have NEVER seen a happy carnival worker.
- Construction worker. You wanna know why? Because I’d have to use a Port-o-Potty all day, every day. Eww.
Now you know the jobs I could never do. I could probably go on: telemarketer, fruit picker, any job at Comcast, etc. What about you? Are you a patient saint who could work at the prize counter at the arcade? Is there any place where you could never work?