I started working as a kid. I had a newspaper route when I was 12 or 13 years old. I rode my bicycle and threw newspapers, ideally on to front porches, but more often into shrubberies or the occasional gutter. I think I earned about $30.00 a month and because this was a daily paper, I suppose I was making about $1.00 a day. I had several other part-time jobs while in high school which according to my parents would build character and net some savings. No real savings were ever realized and as for the character, well let’s just say that I met a few characters along the way.

As an adult, I’ve had some less than stellar jobs. Once, after getting laid off from my job as a surveyor’s assistant at a Civil Engineering firm, I took a job delivering catalogs to put food on the table and keep the lights on. This was before the Internet and people actually purchased things from catalogs. Truth be told, most of the catalog recipients didn’t appreciate the free catalog. I was met by slammed doors and chased by vicious dogs. It made me long for the golden days of holding a range pole in the bottom of a frozen creek bed in the middle of January. Ultimately, I found a job as a drafter indoors. Thank you, Jesus!

The absolute worst job I ever had was as the T.V. man at our local hospital. Deb and I had just had our second child, and her part-time job became more part-time. Because we had a new baby and a not quite two-year-old I decided to take a second job and work a few evenings a week to make some additional money. I found a job in the ‘Help-Wanted’ ads and the “no experience necessary but a clean appearance and a good personality, a plus” seemed tailor-made for me. My new part-time job was at a local Catholic hospital that didn’t have the funds to equip rooms with televisions; I was working for the company that provided this service for a fee. My job was to “sell” television to the patients.

My full-time job was at a factory that produced large commercial refrigeration units for retail customers. I worked in the custom shop that created non-refrigerated pieces that would allow stores to accommodate corners or create unique configurations as desired. We would draw the layouts and custom build and test the units as designed. This was sometimes heavy and hard work. And because this was on the factory floor, I would often be dirty by the end of my shift. Plus, I had about 15 minutes to get from that job to the part-time job. So, I would ‘clean up’ as best as I could while driving my Volkswagen Beetle and change from my factory clothes into the hideous tie and blazer provided by my new employer. Each night I made it to the hospital just in time.

For a fee of $2.00, I would turn the television sets on in patients’ room with a special key. This was the 1980’s and there was no cable television just the 4 or 5 local channels. Maybe 6 channels if you counted UHF. The lady that owned the television business was scary (think Cruella Deville) and because this was a CASH ONLY business, I was responsible for any shortages which would ultimately be deducted from my paltry paycheck. Further humiliation resulted from the aforementioned gold blazer that I was forced to wear which was 2 sizes too big. This blazer made me look a theater page but identified me as THE T.V. GUY. The upside of this job was that many of my customers, in fact, looked forward to seeing me. I suppose recovering alone in the hospital without your soap operas or “Price Is Right” or “Dallas” would have been a struggle. Of course there were some sad nights, like when someone didn’t have the $2.00 and my ‘magic key’ would have to darken their room. Truth be told, I sometimes turned on T.V.’s for folks who couldn’t afford the fee. Because this was the local hospital in my hometown, I often encountered people I knew. Trying to explain why I had sunken to such a lowly position in life could be quite humiliating. One particularly awkward evening was when I encountered my best friend’s wife in labor. The ‘fathers-to-be’ were always good customers – they looked forward to any distraction from the business at hand. I will always remember the night my best friend’s son was born with a smile. My friend and his son are now both in heaven. I pray that they remember that fateful night with a chuckle as well.

I only kept that job for a few months. My wife and I figured out how to better manage our meager incomes, and I got to spend more time with our little boy and our infant daughter. Thinking back, I believe that the greatest benefit of that job was the lesson in humility that I learned. Certainly, we needed the money but that was soon gone.

The lesson in humility remains to this day.

Peace,

Denis