OK, so I have been pulling my hair out (what’s left of it) the past few days over trying to understand an email thread with “Draft2Digital.” (Note to self: this occurred in early 2024; evidently, forgot to post it! The first thing that goes is memory, and the second isβ¦ummβ¦)
Let me sum up. (If you’re not interested in a rant-n-rave about the state of the independent publishing industry, you can skip to the part where I list the URL for my new book Bringer of Light… π
What jobs have I *not* had would be a better question.
Rightβ¦
Lawn mower (right after I got my βworking papersβ at age 14, along with my social security number β this is now assigned at birth in the US)
Pizza dough maker (seriously, thatβs all I did at first)
Pizza maker and deli worker (same restaurant)
Tarred the school parking lot and roof (no idea what this job would be called)
McDonaldβs (who hasnβt? Both opening and closing, including cleaning the deep oil fryer. Ugh.)
Gymnasium weight room staff
Gymnasium pool cleaner
Volleyball court setup and take down
Softball umpire (all four work-study jobs at college with a max number of hours per week)
Bookstore clerk (Barnes & Nobles)
Dishwasher (summer time only)
Short order cook (same restaurant as the dishwasher job)
Stock boy (stationery store for all of two days)
Temp worker (stuffing envelopes for three days, yawn)
Blockbuster clerk (out of business video rental storeβanybody remember VHS tapes?)
Bookstore clerk (used bookstore in Ann Arbor, mostly stocking and organizing overflow in the basement, although I did help set up a comic book and gaming store annex)
First year composition teacher (this was a paid TA job for one semester in grad school)
Computer software store clerk (mall seasonal jobβI got in trouble once for suggesting that a customer try another software store for a game series we didnβt carry rather than lie by saying weβd let him know when we got it; I hadnβt realized lying was company policyβ¦)
Computer salesperson (my first βfull timeβ jobβI lasted two monthsβdefinitely not slick enough to work for sales commish)
Kinkoβs (computer design department)
Weekly newspaper (computer layout)
A small H&R firm (computer designβ¦you can probably sense a trendβ¦)
Assistant language teacher (the jump to Japan)
Language instructor (late night after school cram school for junior high kids)
Assistant Professor (both part time and full time contractual)
Professor (itβs amazing now to see how I wound up teaching TESOLβ¦)
This may not include some odds and ends here and there when I was in JHS and SHS. I worked a lot of summer jobs and Christmas/ New Yearβs break jobs. I worked most weekends while I was a full time students, and most Friday evenings, too. I donβt recall the pay for all of them, but I remember the pizza dough job paid $3.15 an hour, and four years later McDonaldβs paid a whopping $3.75 an hour.
You know, Iβd be very interested to find out what jobs my colleagues have had. In college when I borrowed money to study abroad in Germany, my classmates wandered around Europe for the summer while I returned and had exactly $0 to my name and worked double-shifts. I wonder how many literature or history professors spent summer days getting burned on their arms with 400F cooking oil or getting yelled at by bankers because their document wasnβt printed fast enoughβ¦
I like cold weather in winter, especially on the weekend when I can take it easy and enjoy coffee properly.
I donβt mind rainy weather when I feel like being contemplative and writing.
I prefer clear sunny weather when I want to go watch a baseball game outdoors with friends and family.
I enjoy cool and dry windy weather in autumn when the falling leaves decorate the nearby temple and shrine.
What I donβt like is when the weather changes from winter in the morning to early summer by mid-afternoon, and I especially get irritated when people canβt tell the difference between weather and climate.
βYou donβt need a Weatherman to know which way the wind blowsβ¦β
My middle name is actually Thomas. I chose to use “M Thomas” as a pen name out of respect for my father, who taught me how to write. As a professional communications writer, he was responsible for lots of public documents for the NYS DMV, including traffic safety reports, driver manuals, press releases from the Governor, all sorts of “my boss will feel the need to edit this, so I will deliberately leave behind something for him to do so as he doesn’t screw up the entire thing” document.
I may or may not have adopted this strategy in my own professional work (I certainly adopted the attitude…)
Another reason is because I had a baby brother named Thomas. He passed away before reaching five months old when I was not quite 11. It had a major impact on me as a child (and indeed as the adult and as the father I am).
I have no sons. It bothers me that I may be the last Thomas in our family. For a while, anyway.
There is nothing quite like the feeling sitting in a busy place produces, when it is quiet. The sense of empty vacancy seems more restrictive than if one were crowded, surrounded by should to shoulder hip-grinders.
There is no vibe. There are no walls of personality off which to bounce your own. How else can one tell one is alive?
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
βWhere are you from?β
I never understood why this question might rankle some peopleβ¦until I moved to Japan.
Iβve been in Japan since 1999. βWhere are you from?β was one of the first questions people asked me at the time, when I was teaching in junior and senior high schools.