Without going into too much detail, I spent last week in meetings in Dallas. The temperature in Dallas finally eased back from 100 degrees, but I didn't know it as I spent the week inside the Omni hotel that had an air conditioner that was on steroids. It was pretty funny to look around the room and see the 130 of us donning jackets inside the conference rooms and restaurants, while it was 95 degrees outside.
|How I felt in the room at the meeting|
Many of my brothers got to work with or for my Dad in his plumbing/electrical business more than I did. I don't recall how many times I did it, but I do recall the type of work we did, and decided early on, that it wasn't for me. One job we did was for a guy named Robert E Lee (you can't make this stuff up), and I think it was a sewer line or water line we installed, but I was just the shovel guy, so the grand plan wasn't shared with me, just the instruction to move dirt from one place to another.
|That time I worked for Dad|
I went out to find a programming job, where I would have likely sat in a basement of an office, in a cold room, on my ass, for hours on end. It was during this process when I was invited to interview for a distributor sales rep job, in the foodservice industry. My final question of that interview went something like this, "Wait, do people really get paid to ride around and talk to restaurant people and sample food, and they get free samples of that food all the time? They had me at "talk to people", the free food part was a bonus. I took the job, and avoided the job sitting on my ass in an office, working for the Man, and started my new career, riding in a car, sitting on my ass, working for the Man.
|My Monday morning commute|
I really need to get back on point here, or you'll have more ass time reading this, than I did last week. The point was, working for C&R Foods, I avoided office work, and the same held true for my time at the John Sexton and Company. My job was outdoors, traveling Western NY and selling mainly canned goods to restaurants and schools (a little known fact, the John Sexton company invented the #10 can which is the standard in that industry). My office time was now spent at pay phones in the front of restaurants or sitting at the end of a bar, entering my orders, but still successfully avoiding the cubicle.
|My first cell phone|
For my last two jobs, I got out of the DSR job, in the Foodservice industry and transitioned to being a manufacturer's rep, um, in the Foodservice Industry (Ok, anyone that knows me at all, knows how much I like food, so there should be no shock factor here at all). My final question for that job went something like, "Wait, do people really get paid to fly around and to talk and entertain people at bars and restaurants on an expense account?" They had me at bar. My office quickly changed to the flip down tray on airplanes and hotel desks while on the road, or my home office still while not traveling. My training at each Corporate Office took less than a week each.
|My family like it better when I sold this.|
In closing, (and in case my current bosses read this), I know I am probably just prolonging the inevitable as it relates to sitting in a chair, in an office somewhere. My future may take me to Corporate somewhere, and that's how business is done, so you have to accept it. I'd like to point out though, that even if that does happen, I'm well ahead in the ballgame, as by my count, I've spent about 6 weeks of a 30 year Foodservice career sitting on my ass, in a true office. Not too shabby if you ask me, in spite of the time I spent in Dallas last week. I'd ponder this more, but the Today show is about to start.