I'm involved in a discussion on another list about weird,
degrading, and generally bizarre jobs we've had, and I was
reminded of the following story. It seems to apply to
this list too...
A few years ago, Kim was employed as new product development
manager for a third-party Macintosh software house run by an
idiot madman. They were in a product planning meeting trying
to determine the target market for an application they were
developing -- basically a mailing-list manager, simple and
cheap. Everybody in the room was tossing off suggested
customers, and Kim suggested car clubs. "We're in the Austin-
Healey Club," Kim said, "and my husband does the newsletter;
we'd use a package like this to do the address labels."
"You're in an Austin-Healey club?" sez the boss. "My first
car was an Austin-Healey. I loved that car. I bought it with
the money I earned in my first job -- I cleaned out a veterinary
hospital. I shoveled *shit* to make the money to buy that car."
"Just think," Kim said, "I work here, and I *still* haven't got one."
Half the people in the room hemorrhaged to keep from laughing.
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