Every pro jock knows how precarious his job is, with a hungry backup just waiting to Wally Pipp him (ask your grandparents). Chances are that's how he
got his job, when the incumbent slumped or got injured.
I look at people who do Mike Rowe's "Dirty Jobs" every day, and no way could I do that (nor want to).
In between the jobs I
did want, and got, I invested blood, sweat, and tears like many here in nasty jobs:
--- dockhand for trucking companies in freezing weather, called at 11pm to be there at 12 with no sleep
--- almost 7 years, and handsful of Advil, on the bruising production floor of a major St. Louis candy factory
--- 16 years moonlighting waiting tables, including hoisting heavy trays of huge pasta bowls at age 60 at Buca di Beppo
--- 15 months in the sweltering, backbreaking food warehouse and freezer at Stouffer's Riverfront Towers, until promoted to cushy Food Buyer...then a new owner eliminated the post
--- My resume for many years looked like Dr. Richard Kimble's from TV's "The Fugitive"...with 12 employers going out of business
--- Because of all the above, and underfunded radio employers, I moved 31 times in six states, including 11 times in 3 years, with 6 of those 11 moves of 150-600 miles; and two of those 31 moves of more than 2,000 miles. The last one, by professional cross-country movers, cost $28,000. For all the others, I should have a Lifetime Achievement Award from U-Haul.
Hey...a lot of us just did what we HAD to do for the chance to do what we WANT to do, right? That's why, in blissful retirement --- every day in retirement is Saturday --- , I'm catching up on all the sleep and afternoon naps I was denied for 55 years...and see a great chiropractor weekly.
Knowing what I know now, would I have done it all again? Hell, NO!

I would have stayed at the County Government Center in Clayton for 50 years; would have never left my nice Florissant apartment, and spared my back, feet, and joints......kicking myself all that time for never daring to dream.
