The Buckets by Greg Cravens for November 16, 2016

I started doing work for my dad (self-employed) when I was about 4 years old. The Red Cross penny cards that were left at businesses for penny donations. It was my job to hammer out the die-cut holes in the cards. It took a LONG time and the bonus was that I could keep the “knock-outs” to play with afterwards. It was kind of fun. Dad printed the cards, which were quite large and run them through a press to die-cut to penny holes in the first place, but he needed someone reliable to knock them out with a special hammer. My older sister didn’t want the job, so I got it. She was annoyed after I got paid for my work, and bought something special for myself with my earnings.

Reality clean-up on aisle 3!

It gets worse, wait till he gets to read his pay stub, then he’ll cry!

Whistle while you work..la la la la ta di dah. LOL

But can he do the job? I know he can get the job. But can he do the job? I’m not arguing that with you. I’m not arguing that with you. I’m not arguing that with you.

Toby Bucket will be Charlie Bucket’s father and graduate to screwing the lids onto toothpaste tubes.

We could start a pool to guess how many days this will last. I say 3.

I still remember my first job – at 14 I was helper to the maintenance man at a nursing home. I enjoyed it (well, most of it (some of those folks smelled mighty funky)) and looked forward to going in to work.

Reminds me of my summer in a factory where they’d accidentally painted over the screw holes in a bunch of hardware and I had to take a tiny hand held bit and drill out each hole. Yes, I fell asleep doing it and snapped off a few bits.