Before I get into my next highly anticipated job, I have to interupt with a typo I saw on some job board:
Job: Revenge Accountant
I think this was suppose to be “Revenue”, but maybe it wasn’t even a job announcement but a misplaced “Wanted” announcement. Someone crossed the accountant, and now he is striking back with those balance sheets. I don’t think as a business owner I would want an accountant working for me with an ax to grind. Beware of the man with the adding machine….
Okay, enough with the mediocre so I can continue with my mediocre job stories.
When I was around some age in high school, I earned some extra cash as a base umpire for Little League games. It was a somewhat nice job although there was a surprising amount of pressure. Sure, you think, but it’s just a baseball game and little league at that — ha! That’s not what the parents thought! I got called all kinds of names, and that was before the game even started–no applause when I took the field. I knew how to handle those parents though. One time one of the mothers yelled “Get some glasses” to which I replied, “I already have some at home!” Yeah, I showed them.
Lessons learned from base umpiring:
- Parents of Little Leaguers are mean
- Kids in Little League just want to have fun–it’s the parents who are out of control if they don’t win
- And again, kids always puke on hard-to-wash surfaces
Perks of the job:
- The pay was okay — something like $25 a game
- I watched Little League baseball games for free
Would I do this job again?
I don’t know, I think parents are worse now than back um, 10 years ago or SO when I was coaching. I enjoyed doing it though.