It may not be as exciting as it sounds…

I worked at a magazine distributer, and printers buy back the unsold magazines in bulk. Instead of shipping tons of magazines back, some poor jerk, in this case, me, has to ‘strip’ off the part of the cover with the bar-code on it. This is not quite as easy as it sounds. You use a razor knife, and you are flicking through huge stacks of thousands of magazines a day. The official title for this job is ‘stripper’. I used to just tell people that that was what I did without explaining what it really meant, because I thought it was funny…

Although, I did once get paid to be a model for an art class… I don’t really want to talk about it, but it was interesting…

I have had more jobs than most people. I get bored quickly, and…