My first job was working
in an orange juice factory, but I got canned: couldn't concentrate.
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Then I worked in the woods as a lumberjack, but I just couldn't hack it, so they gave me
the ax.
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After that I tried to be a tailor, but I just wasn't suited for it. Mainly because it was
a so-so job.
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Next I tried working in a muffler factory but that was exhausting.
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I wanted to be a barber, but I just couldn't cut it.
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Then I tried to be a chef--figured it would add a little spice to my life, but I
just didn't have the thyme.
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Finally, I attempted to be a deli worker, but any way I sliced it, I couldn't cut the
mustard.
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My best job was being a musician, but eventually I found I wasn't noteworthy.
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I studied a long time to become a doctor, but I didn't have any patients.
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Next was a job in a shoe factory; I tried but I just didn't fit in.
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I became a professional fisherman, but discovered that I couldn't live on my net income.
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Thought about becoming a witch, so I tried that for a spell.
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I managed to get a good job working for a pool maintenance company, but the work was just
too draining.
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I got a job at a zoo feeding giraffes but I was fired because I wasn't up to it.
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So then I got a job in a health club, but they said I wasn't fit for the job.
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Next, I found being an electrician interesting, but the work was shocking.
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After many years of trying to find steady work I finally got a job as a historian until I
realized there was no future in it.
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My last job was working at Starbucks, but I had to quit because it was always the same old
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