Dear fellow readers,

I realize I haven’t submitted a blog post in a long while. Whatever small following I had has surely moved on. But like Joaquin Phoenix, I’m still here.

I’ve no excuses for my behavior, really. I’ve just been, well, lazy, I guess. Or, perhaps, exhausted is a better word. Fatherhood, although ineffably rewarding and fun, sometimes just straight wears me out. And when nighttime falls and the little one is tucked away safely in her crib, instead of blogging I choose to do other things, like sleep or pet the dog.

To my credit, though, my hiatus hasn’t been entirely unproductive. I was able to amass a small collection of crummy, half-written, unpublished posts that never made the cut (and could perhaps even incriminate me in some countries should Wikileaks get ahold of them). They’re lying about in the Land of Misfit Posts waiting for me to either edit or delete them into oblivion. It’s kind of sad. I never set out to destroy the things I write. It just comes with the territory of being a blogger, I guess.

Anyway, to make up for my long absence, I’ve decided to post an exciting series on the odd jobs I’ve held during my lifetime. I’ve been fortunate enough to have worked at a pig/tobacco farm and on a warehouse assembly line. I worked a paper route, waited tables and paved county roads. I’ve battled weeds along guardrails a mile long. I’ve almost died from heat exhaustion while baling hay. I worked as a bricklayer’s assistant and as a flagger on a deserted country road. I’ve spent a summer scraping and painting the side of my parent’s house. And I’ve held the trouble light for my dad during important home-improvement projects.

So stay tuned.

Sincerely,

Yofis

Categories: Odd Jobs
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