I have had a variety of jobs. Some were fun, or they were, if your idea of fun is having a cavity filled without benefit of anesthesia, or slamming your finger in a door. (It doesn't matter what type of door; any old door will do.) Most were not. I am essentially lazy and will put something off until tomorrow, if I can get away with it. When I am motivated, however, I will go until whatever has motivated me has been satisfied, or I drop from sheer exhaustion. I was born in New England (Massachusetts), lived for a period in Old England, lived a good portion of my life in the Mid-Atlantic (NYC), and am currently in the Deep South (Georgia), but that is, like most things, subject to change. Photography and reading and grunting and sweating at the gym are some of my favorite things. Taking the dog out at night and giving her a bath and giving her a poke in the ribs because she is taking up too much of the bed are some of my un-favorite things. I am a vegetarian at heart, but it is not my heart that I need to feed, it is my mouth, followed in quick succession by my stomach, both of which are meat eaters, which is to say, devout carnivores. My one claim to fame, such as it is, is that I once gave a ride to Jean Stapleton, otherwise known as Edith Bunker, when I was driving a yellow cab in NYC, which is about the worst, and shortest-lived, job I ever had. On a scale of 1-10, I'd have to give driving a hack a -33. Oy vey! It was that bad.
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