Someone’s read my thought bubble! Thank you.
What do you do?
Washingtonians are so career-driven that “what do you do?” is typically the first question people ask in this city. I find it difficult to articulate what I do sometimes. To say I’m a teacher seems limiting in some ways. To explain that I teach English leads to confusion. To answer that I’m a college professor receives stares of doubt. To say I’m a writer seems too grandiose.
What I did.
At age 14, my first job was through a summer work program, and I was assigned to be a janitor at a clinic. Picture me mopping floors in a figure eight stroke. Later in college, my first job was as a telemarketer, a very humiliating and painful job — people hang up or they shout, scream, call you names then hang up. After I quit that job, I worked as a shoe salesman at Florsheim. I…
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