My first job was working in an orange juice factory,
but I got canned; I just couldn't concentrate.
Then I worked
in the woods as a lumberjack, but I couldn't hack it,
so they gave me the axe.
After that I
tried to be a tailor, but I just wasn't suited for it, mainly
because it was a sew-sew job.
Next I tried
working in a muffler factory, but that was too exhausting.
Then I tried to
be a chef, figuring that it would add a little spice to my
life, but I just didn't have the thyme.
I attempted to be
a deli worker, but any way I sliced it, I couldn't cut the
mustard.
My best job
was being a musician, but eventually I found I wasn't noteworthy.
I studied a
long time to become a doctor, but I didn't have the patience.
Next was a
job in a shoe factory; I tried but I just didn't fit in.
I became a
professional fisherman, but discovered that I couldn't live on my
net income.
I managed to
get a good job working for a pool maintenance company, but the
work was just too draining.
So then I
got a job in a workout center, but they said I wasn't fit for the
job.
After many years
of trying to find steady work, I finally got a job as an
historian, until I realized there was no future in it.
My last job
was working at Starbucks, but I had to quit because it was
always the same old grind.
So I retired
and found that I'm perfect for the
job.