Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about my past.
A friend of mine moved to Montauk where I used to live so it inspired me to put these photos up, photos of what I used to do. Now, I’m gonna tell a few stories about my past. A few of the worst jobs I’ve ever had:
The first job I ever had turned out to be a pretty bad job. I cut lawns when I was in grade school. I found out that yellow jackets nests are underground. I found out the hard way. Have you ever seen a grade school kid running for his life screaming? That was me.
In high school,I had a pretty bad job flipping burgers. l worked at the local state park. Now, the park was filled with people that came up from New York City. They were usually people from the slums. Well, at lunch a lot came to get a burger. The place was crazy crowded, full of music, hot and humid. The crowd was separated from us cooks by wire. Well, one of the cooks there completely lost it. He stood up next to the grill, said something about mother truckers, I think, or something like that. He then pissed all over the grill. The steam was like tear gas. It drifted into the crowd. The whole place went nuts. I never saw that guy again, but I got moved down to the boat rental shed. That was a cool job except I would have to fish out the dead bodies from the lake. The state police always recruited us and not the fire department. Nice summer job, right? Oh yeah, I did save a kid from drowning. That was cool.
College was pretty cool. But I had a job working as a driver at a local hotel. I looked like I was about 12, wearing a suit and a hat. Anyway, I was assigned to bring this Kodak executive to the airport. I was so nervous. Now, I used to have a manual stick drive car. When the RPM’s got up high, I would shift. Well, the RPM’s got up high on the limo and I went to shift, you know press the clutch. The only problem was this was an automatic and what I thought was the clutch was the power break. The Kodak executive and all his papers ended up in the front seat. We got to the airport and the guy gathered all his papers like a Peter Sellars movie and ran away. I yelled to him, “Where’s my tip?” Funny, I never worked there again.
I did end up working as a bartender and that was pretty cool. Then I went on to be this international fashion photographer. That was cool. I got paid very well and hung out with some cool people. It was like a 30 year vacation. Then my head exploded. That was not fun.
I’ve got lots of stories about jobs, but just enjoy these photos from my past.
Love, B. Nice
