My first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned… couldn’t concentrate.
Then I worked in the woods as a lumberjack, but I couldn’t hack it… so they gave me the ax.
After that I tried to be a tailor, but I just wasn’t suited for it… mainly because it was a sew-sew job.
Next I tried working in a muffler factory… but that was too exhausting.
Then I tried to be a chef. I figured it would add a little spice to my life… but I just didn’t have the thyme.
I attempted to be a deli worker, but any way I sliced it… I couldn’t cut the mustard.
I studied a long time to become a doctor… but I didn’t have any patience.
I finally got a job as a historian… until I realized there was no future in it.
My last job was working at Starbucks… but I had to quit because it was always the same old grind.
So I retired.