Maybe it's just me, but the resemblance is uncanny. It kind of freaks me out. Do you think Emmylou Harris could have been MJ's long lost sister? Maybe she has the other diamond-studded glove. I wonder if she can moonwalk?
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What the hell have we here?
- HARDBARNED
- Down South, United States
- After earning a master's degree in English, I became a truck driver, hauling portable storage barns across several states in the rural south, as I relentlessly applied for every job I could possibly find that had anything remotely to do with writing. While pleading with professionals in any number of industries for an entry-level chance to prove myself, I plunged into a daily rural adventure, the likes of which I had never imagined. In an effort to prevent my head from exploding, I started writing down my bizarre experiences on the road. These reflections and rants started to meld into a book idea, as I soon realized that while barn-hauling was probably the most insane job I'd ever had, there were a lot of crazy jobs along the way. HARDBARNED: One Man's 25 Year Odyssey Through An Endless Wasteland Of Stupid Jobs is the tentative title of my forthcoming book, a work-in-progress memoir of one man's working life as a member of the untold millions of overeducated and underemployed. This blog has evolved into a chronicle of interests and incidents in my life, often job related, sometimes not. Thanks for dropping by, and please stay tuned.
What Have We Here?
I have straddled the line between blue collar and white and have jumped boldly with two feet into both. I have survived cubicles and truck stops, boring boardrooms and backwoods junk shops; from keyboards to lug wrenches and staplers to chainsaws, I’ve struggled with copy machines and torn my greasy blue jeans. I have shaken my head in dismay at the mad trajectory of my non-career, from office chairs and business casual to steel-toed boots and Carhartt coveralls, and back again. Whether catered lunches were enjoyed in climate controlled offices or homemade sandwiches savored between bouts with unintelligible rural customers, I have survived, even thrived, in both worlds, doing time and feeling lost, restless, lonely and out of place in both, and I have stories to tell.
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