What's My Line?
You know who we are. We're writers.
Well, at least we're writers at the moment. We weren't always writers and five years from now some of us (me) just might be standing behind a counter somewhere asking, "Would you like fries with that?"
(Yes, I'm in the end run with the book.) (Yes, I'm struggling.) (And yes, I'm considering throwing myself under an 18-wheeler.)
Maybe you were a pirate before you settled down and became a neurosurgeon. Maybe you are a minister, a goalie, a seat-filler for awards shows.
Before I sold my first book I made it my business to be shamelessly underemployed. Kind of like saving myself for the right career . . .
I did, however, earn money doing the following:
- I worked the stationery counter at Macy's Queens
- I answered phones for Skinner Macaroni in Omaha
- I was a clerk in a psychiatric hospital in Omaha
- I spent one infamous morning frying Filet O'Fish sandwiches at McDonald's in Lakewood, NJ in spring 1970 until Goldisox rescued me
- I segued from frying fish sandwiches to dusting buttons at W. T. Grant's, also in Lakewood
- I worked freelance as a stenotype note reader then taught the skill in Queens during the winter of 1970-1971 while Goldisox was overseas. The woman I worked for was known as The Whore of Wall Street.
- I typed envelopes for a tyrant on Long Island
- I learned data entry then computer programming in the mid-1970s at a small company on LI
- I handled promotion (part time) for a brilliant fiber artist (also on Long Island) while I prayed one day I'd have someone to handle promotion for me (actually I sold my first book right after I quit working for her)
- I worked one day for Dime Savings Bank. I would rather fry fish sandwiches.
How about you? What have you done to earn a buck?