I’ve worked a lot of different jobs over the years, some well in my skill set, some well outside, and if there’s one thing I’ve noticed, it’s that with very few exceptions, knowledge and skills matter very little, what matters most is sucking up to the boss, a skill I am exceedingly bad at. Interestingly enough, one of the jobs where skill mattered most was construction, even when I worked for my uncle, he barely cut me any breaks. He once said “you hammer like old people fuck”. Not to mention the number of times he yelled at me because I was shit with a tape measure. “Cut it 3 times and it’s still too short”. Yeah nepotism didn’t help me there.

I live in a suburb to the east of Phoenix. I wouldn’t even consider a job on the west side. Nothing to do with Europe, just the reality of a large city.

That’s how you get your kids to spend all their time at their friends’ houses…

Long long ago in a callcenter not too far away, I made a guy choke on his drink. As required, I asked if there was anything else he needed before I ended the call, to which he replied “the winning lottery numbers?” I said “if I had those, I wouldn’t be talking to you.”