Entry Level

          I pride myself somewhat in the wide variety of jobs that I have had since my working life began. It is a little depressing that I can't hold a job long enough to exceed an entry level position- but saying I'm well rounded at this point is a bit of an understatement. Going to school in a different state than where I live on a track system makes holding a job for more than a couple months nearly impossible. So I have had quite a few of them. It's safe to say I've dabbled my toes in every type of work there is except for the food industry (and that's only a matter of time unfortunately). Lets make a list shall we:

-Thrift store warehouse worker and janitor
-Paper boy
-Promotional advertising set up
-Sams club cart collector and door greeter
-Upkeep of foreclosed properties
-Door to door campaigning
-General screening and examination for an eye doctor
-Tax preparation
-Pool maintainence
and my newest and most fulfilling job venture....
-Haunting the forest at the Straw Maze in Archer Idaho.

           Of all the exposure I have had to different fields of work this has to be my favorite for a variety of reasons, some of them a little disturbing perhaps. I have certainly come to understand how unique activities can change the way we're wired. Negative and positive reinforcement have power and I've had riveting conversations with coworkers (Tyrel, Audi, Mary and Kyson) about how these incentives have been shaping us.

           In the past my work environment has taught me how to be a people person, how to be sociable and pleasant. I learned how to be helpful and do my best to make a product or service seem desirable. This new experience, however, has turned my world  upside down. The more uncomfortable I make someone feel the more complements I get. The faster I get someone to leave the establishment the better business gets. The more people yell at me the better I'm doing my job and the less approachable I am the more I get rewarded.

Hearing someone scream is elating while hearing jovial laughter is repugnant. My world is backwards.

           The fact that I was constantly thinking of new ways to scare people most likely isn't something my mom would like to hear so it's probably a good thing this only lasted through the month of October. The lesson to learn here is that the things we spend our time doing, especially when there's profit involved does shape who we are and our behavior. Anyone who would risk arguing that it doesn't is ridiculously misguided. Often we've heard the phrase that someone doesn't "like what they are becoming" like they are watching their development from outside of themselves. I've talked in the past about the disdain I have for my time as a tax preparer. At times it literally came down to being dishonest or not making any money and that was the transformation that scared me more so than my new found love for making people pee their pants. Manipulating the truth to achieve ones designs is a slippery slope and I'm glad I was able to escape with my morality intact. Makes it easy to see what I want in a future career and just what an important choice that is.

          Nothing stresses me out more than the uncertainty of my own future but I know what I'm not willing to compromise. Integrity is one of those things.
Even 'the hangman/puppet master' could be honest and upfront about his intentions.
Its a good feeling to be able to honestly tell an intolerable person you would like to string them up from the nearest tree and not get reported for it. Happy Halloween to everyone.

Have some pictures

that I might live in your nightmares