And I'm going to move tomatoes and maybe pumpkins to my fruit list to enable asparagus and maybe artichokes to be added to my veggie list.
The October Daily prompt for 10/4 is:
"Share your experience during your first weeks/months in blogging."
Shoot. I have trouble remembering a couple of days ago, let alone a couple of years ago.
In my first post ever on this blog, dated Sunday, July 22, 2007, I started out with an enumeration of the various kinds of wicked: wicked-funny (jokes), wicked-cool (snazzy paint job on a car) and wicked-evil. Wicked-evil started out with the obvious options, and then settled in on a co-worker of mine at the time.
She was a know-it-all, telling anyone and everyone how to to do their jobs, including her organizational superiors and those in specialized jobs like nursing. People did not take kindly to this. So she was moved to another part of the house (at a residential facility for adults with MR/DD). She followed co-workers around the facility trying to get pictures of them committing some 'wrong' on her cell phone. She followed people home. She got into co-workers cell phones and got private numbers so she could make accusations about affairs to their loved ones.
Then she was transferred (not by choice) to another home on the facility. When she found out, she stormed out of the house, turning at the door with the ominous threat, "I'll get every one of you." She began to make (unfounded) accusations of abuse/neglect. When that didn't damage people's employment enough, she began to accuse house administrators of turning a blind eye or failing to report abuse/neglect. At least one talented staff member, with a real heart for the clients quit because of this woman.
That's just one of a hundred stories about the place where I worked for 4-1/2 years. It was the most fulfilling job I have ever had. I loved the residents with whom I worked. There isn't one of them I would hesitate for a moment to intervene when someone was hurting them or when they were hurting themselves, even the ones who swore at me on a regular basis or sent me home injured. I would love to work with the same population again ... just not there.
On the whole, blogging is a lot safer. So I'm here to stay.
What is your favorite job you've ever had? (And yes, parenthood counts. And yes, ministry or an un/paid outside the home job counts too.)