My Career Path

I started as a fishmonger but the work made me selfish.

My next job was in an orange juice factory, but I got canned. I couldn’t concentrate.

Then I worked as a lumberjack, but I just couldn’t hack it, so they gave me the axe.

After that, I tried to be a tailor, but I wasn’t suited for it – it was a sew-sew job.

Next, I tried working in a muffler factory, but that was too exhausting.

I attempted to work in a deli, but any way I sliced it, I couldn’t cut the mustard.

I studied a long time to become a doctor, but I didn’t have any patience.

Next, was a job in a shoe shop. I felt so down at heel that I became depressed and soulful.

Then I became a fisherman. But I discovered that I couldn’t live on my net income.

I managed to get a job working for a pool maintenance company, but the work was just too draining.

I landed a job as an historian – until I realized there was no future in it.

I became an archaeologist and found that my career was in ruins.

I used to slice up bananas, smother them in oil and then fry them, but I felt I was just frittering my life away.

I became a barrista in Starbucks but the work just ground me down.

I trained to be an epileptic nurse but I just didn’t fit in.

I worked as a circumcisionist but my eyesight was poor and I got the sack.

Have you got any suggestions for what I could try next?