Had a look but couldn't find that it's been posted before.. -------------------------------------------------------------------- My first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned... couldn't concentrate. Then I worked in the woods as a lumberjack, but I just couldn't hack it, so they gave me the axe. I guess I just wasnâ€™t the right sort of feller. I went for a job as a courier but I just couldnâ€™t deliver. After that I tried to be a tailor, but I just wasn't suited for it, mainly because it was a sew-sew job and I knew zip all about it. Next I tried working in a muffler factory, but that was too exhausting. Then I tried to be a chef, I figured it would add a little spice to my life, but I just didn't have the thyme. So I moved to front-of-house in the restaurant but I just couldnâ€™t wait until I finished. I thought I was on a roll when I tried being a baker but they accused me of loafing on the job and they said my ideas were half-baked. 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 the scales were tipped against me and eventually I found I wasn't noteworthy. I studied a long time to become a doctor, but I didn't have any patience. I switched to dentistry but found I was always down in the mouth about it. My career as an electrician was a failure â€“ I did a shocking job. I tried being a medium but I never had a ghost of a chance at it. Next was a job in a shoe factory. I tried, but I just didn't fit in. I went into a cardboard box factory but I just had to pack it in. Then I tried cabinet-making but I just couldnâ€™t get a handle on it. 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 gym, but they said I wasn't fit for the job. I failed as a golf-pro, I just didnâ€™t have the drive. After going back to study I finally got a job as an historian, but there was no future in it. My teaching attempts were failures â€“ they told me I lacked class. I tried to be a writer but I lacked the write stuff. When I tried being a minister I just didn't have a prayer. As a shearer I just looked sheepish. Bob Jane offered me a position but I wasnâ€™t really the re-tyreing type. My last job was working at Starbucks, but I had to quit, because it was always the same old grind.