After that I got a gig up in Northern Arizona as a tour guide at the Grande Canyon. I started my tours by saying, "I don't know what's such a big deal! It's just a big hole in the ground people!" The clients also didn't like it when I would cop a squat in the middle of the trail. My manager was mailed this picture, and that was all she wrote for that job!
For my next career, I started a business as a babysitter. I specialized in infant care, and did very well for quite a while until one of those nosy mothers saw me spiking the formula with sleeping pills. How did they think I took care of 20 babies all day by myself?
Sheesh. You try to introduce some efficiencies into the industry and what thanks do you get?
For a while, I tried my hand at accounting, but I felt the whole suit and tie thing to be too constricting.
Growing weary of the old nine to five, I decided to become a male prostitute. I only had one client, but she took great care of me. One day, she took me down to Brooks Brothers to buy some up-scale clothes, but I said, "No way, baby! You take me or leave me as I am!"
I never saw her after that...wonder what happened to her?
After that I tried my hand at being a sausage vendor. My friends liked to say that I really hadn't changed jobs at all, but I never knew what they meant.
Most recently, I have joined the exciting field of insurance sales. I don't make as much money as I did selling my sausage, but I feel so much better rested.
For my next career, I hope to become a tourguide on the London Eye. I already know all the points of interest. Right behind me you can see Big Bill and the Houses of Parmesan. That's where all the cheese comes from.
Finally, a career I can count on!

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