I wasn’t looking for a job, but a job found me.
I’m starting to notice that whenever I find myself on the road to blissfully having a break from the workforce, ridiculously random positions throw themselves at me.
Illustration: Inventory of random jobs.
- I have delivered phone books
- I have worked in a peanut butter and jelly sandwich factory
- I have written about Christmas trees and Lady Gaga’s latest hairstyles
- I have done mystery shops
- I have worked in a power plant
- I have installed condensate pumps and repaired steam pipes in tunnels under the sidewalks of the university I attended
- I have insulated and hung ductwork
- I have sold hand-crocheted and knitted blankets
So when I graduated, got married, and moved to Guam, I was happy to relax, kick back with the books I didn’t have time to read and the stories I didn’t have time to write during my college years, sip tea, and watch the days go by with the crystal-blue waters of the Pacific lapping at my toes.
After a couple of months, I was going crazy with my books and tea, but remained unwilling to actually try to go back to work. A job threw itself at me.
I took on another bucket list item and signed up for classes to get scuba dive certified (cf. Skydiving Down, Guam). After the class was over, I stopped to speak to one of the managers of the store.
“Come work at the dive shop!” they said.
“It’ll be fun!” they said.
I couldn’t figure out a reason to turn them down.
…so here I am, working at the largest dive shop on Guam, trying to convince would-be divers and experts to jump into those sparkly Pacific waters with thousands of dollars in gear strapped to their backs.
I’m still trying to figure out how this happened.