I Don’t Know Much: Job Hunting

I don’t know much about careers, but I did get a job once in 1994. When you’re 21-years-old you really expect the worse when it comes down to finding any job, and currently spending my life in Merrill, Wisconsin, didn’t make it any easier. Regardless, I finally found an ad in the paper the fit my skill-set and I applied. I got the job. You start tomorrow. As the disc jockey at the strip club. Yes, you heard me correctly. Girls, with little to no clothes, dancing on poles while doing unspeakable things to their body for money. Um, okay you talked me into it. Like I said, I had never been in or ever had a desire to be in a strip club before. Corralling concubines had never been a real problem of mine, I hadn’t known anyone who had gotten married, and quite simply it was not high on my things I must see in the near future list. But there I was, in “the booth” with absolutely no clue on what was about to transpire. The “proprietor” was a big man...