The Worst Jobs in History
Category: Society & Culture...
Posted Friday, May 06, 2005 at 09:40 AM [GMT-6]

Note: This will likely be the last post of the weekend on the Gazette as family affairs take priority. Regular content-free blogging will resume on Monday, unless I get a better offer before then. Otherwise, I hope to have an in-depth review of the likely imbroglio known as "our first dance lesson."

If you're reading this from your office, well, first, shame on you. Get to work. Just kidding; as long as you're here, you might as well dwell on this fact: your job is not the worst thing humankind has ever had to endure. (Unless, of course, you're Howard Dean.) Not even close.

For proof, look no further than this website: The Worst Jobs in History. Take a stroll through various historical eras and learn about such self-affirming occupations as wattle-and-daub applier (Roman/Anglo Saxon); leech collector (Medieval); groom of the stool (Tudor); plague burier (Stuart); castrato (Georgian); and rat catcher (Victorian).

The common thread is that most of these job took place in merrye olde Englande. Leave it to us Americans to show the limeys what a really lousy job is like. Take for example, Michael Jackson's press agent. Or Jennifer Wilbanks' wedding planner. Or, sadly, our dance instructor.

Tip o'the chapeau to none other than MLB

Have a great weekend, amigos.

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I love to dance. While I have the boot-scootin' part all figured out, I used to dream about dancing gracefully with Fred Astaire. Maybe all little girls used to want to be Ginger Rogers (in nice ankle-strapped high heels and yards and yards of organza skirt).

Kman is two left feet and missing the Born To Boogie gene. Bless him.

"Heaven, I'm in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek"

Posted by: Cowtown Pattie at May 6, 2005 10:11 AM

We, too, aspire for Fred and Ginger status, but we'll likely settle for Fred and Wilma (if not Fred and Ethyl).

I love the line about Ginger's dancing skills: she did everything that Fred did...and going backwards, to boot.

Posted by: Eric at May 6, 2005 12:55 PM

Or was it Ethel? I guess Ethyl is the gasoline. ;-)

Posted by: Eric at May 6, 2005 12:56 PM

yes dancing is a pastime that is somewhat "past "for me. My first husband and I were out every week end, and perhaps that explaines (one of the many reasons ) why I am so fat now... Seriously its a great exercise and fun with the one you love as well..

Thanks for the shout out on my blog. Arkansas for now we shall see how things go.

Posted by: hokulea at May 7, 2005 10:25 AM

Hokulea, thanks for stopping by. We did survive our first dance lesson Friday night, and can confirm what you say about it being good exercise. We're both in pretty good physical shape, but we found that we had some muscles that haven't been showing up for our regular workouts.

I'll have to tell you a joke about a pig in Arkansas... someday... after you've been there for a while. ;-)

Posted by: Eric at May 9, 2005 07:58 AM
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