On Monday night during the blizzard, guess who showed up on my doorstep dressed in his yellow slicker with a big smile on his face?
Give up? It was the Schwan man!
Then it dawned on me that if he wasn't out selling his frozen foods in the freezing froth, he wouldn't be making any commission. Hmmm...that doesn't sound like a job I'd like to have. Instead, I came home early on Monday because they were pulling the plows off the streets in Mandan and I wanted to make sure I got home.
I got paid for the last two hours of the day...but I didn't really work.
Then tonight it occurred to me that there's another job I wouldn't want. That's being a weather forecaster on the news.
Right now, there is absolutely no right forecast. Grandpa wants it to heat up and melt the snow. But if the snow melts, there is more chance of flooding. So the people who have river water running up to their homes don't want to see a warm up...at least not quite yet.
Well, the forecast wasn't for warmer temperatures any how. It was for more snow and cold weather. So Grandpa said a curse word at the weatherman.
I'm not sure if curse words travel through the TV screen, but my bet is that people fed up with this terrible winter have actually cursed the weatherman to his face.
Can you imagine going to the grocery store or Starbucks and having an irate viewer lay into you because of your weather forecast?
That reminds me of another job I wouldn't want to have...working for Northwest Airlines. The other night the midnight flight to Bismarck got diverted back to Minneapolis because of fog. The next flight with open seats to North Dakota's capital city was at 8:20 the next evening. On hearing that joyful news, many of the passengers decided that they would just return to their town of origin. But there was a glitch. The airline wouldn't give the customers their luggage.
Yes, that's right. The luggage had to fly to Bismarck the next night whether the passenger was going or not.
Can you imagine the bedlam of unhappy campers at the Northwest ticket booth when they heard that news?
So I guess I'm more contented than ever with my job.
What jobs would you hate to have?
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Everyone's patience has been pushed to limits previously unknown to mankind. The phrase, "Don't shoot the messenger," comes to mind. Interesting that today's devotion had a write-up about the Discovery Channel's "Dirty Jobs" show. The example was an industrial painter responsible for painting underneath bridges so the support structure doesn't rust and weaken the bridge. The host told him, "You get absolutely no glory for what you do." The painter agreed and said, "but it's a job that has to be done."
Please, dear readers, show some love for your fellow humans. We're all in this together. (no, I'm not auditioning for High School Musical)
We have seen so many people in our community go above and beyond this week. The law enforcement officer waking people in the middle of the night to tell people they must leave their homes NOW. The people who set up evacuation shelters, provide meals and coffee, sandbag. I have been listening to a local radio station and they have kept the public informed of all annoucements and encouraging people to lend a hand. They have worked 10 to 12 hour days on the air and yet there are people who are angry when they don't get the national news. Times like this can bring out the best or the worst the people.
I may have mentioned this before,but I do so remembering a ranchers son.One cold,windy morning in mid winter he and I were on hay bales stacked in the back of a pickup,feeding cows.He looked over at me,my face covered with eye goggles and a dust mask(probably not how you picture a Cowboy)and said."Do you think people cutting into a beef steak ever think about this?"My thought,NOT IN YOUR LIFE!If you've never lived it,you can't imagine.Also,Most people have never experienced the big,muddy icicles in the cellar of an oil drilling rig.Most people get out of the car at the gas pump in cold weather,fill up, and think they have it rough.The young men working for the drilling Co.spend their day covered with wet mud, usually in cold weather,working on a slick floor pushing or pulling heavy metal objects so we can drive a car.These two jobs make what I do seem like gravy on mashed potatoes.The Schwan man in Stanford,MT.lived in Great Falls,Mt.I remembered times he had less than ideal travel weather,too.I agree with Randy,a little love for those can go along way.Appreciation for those who work hard to make our society better would be nice also.
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