I made a career out of survival jobs. Over the course of my adult working life, I’ve had an eclectic mélange of a career. I’ve had more bad jobs than a hooker. I’ve met more weird people in the workplace than a hooker.
Over the course of my adult working life, I’ve had forty-two jobs and stopped counting. I surprised even myself. I did not have career goals. Pursuing my passion was never an option. Surviving was my passion and the reason for all my jobs.
I never mastered the knack of networking or schmoozing management. This was evident in my lack of promotion to any kind of meaningful position.
A physic told me my zodiac sign gave me the ability to work with the insane. The problem with that was the employment God dictated that I work FOR the insane. Weird circumstances in the workplace seemed to follow me. There is not a university anywhere whose business curriculum covers workplace situations I’ve encountered.
I’ve worked for enough freaks to write a book—