I had a dream last night that I was making jewelry for the workers at the sardine factory.
I had priced it so that they could afford some of the lower end earrings that I had made. They would get credits for the amounts of sardines they had packed to be used towards purchasing the earrings.
I was actually practically giving them away so that everyone could have some to wear.
What surprised me was that some of my former workmates from other jobs I had held at D.O.T were packing sardines as well.
I had been thinking about doing a post about jobs I had held over the years so it the dream inspired me to do that post today.
My very first job was in the summer of '73 working in a cannery in Southwest Harbor, Maine
I lasted 6 whole weeks there until I had to go back to Connecticut for school.
I had desperately wanted to spend the summer in Maine and was required to earn a small bit of my tuition to the alternative school that I would be attending the next year.
I was staying with my grandparents at their cottage by the bay along with my older sister and brother. My grandfather was skeptical about my fortitude in staying with the job for the remainder of the summer. "You got your 'retahds' and misfits working thayah, You'll nevah last" he said in his thick vodka infused Maine accent. I proved them wrong and they never ceased exclaiming in glowing compliments from then on, they were so proud of me.
At age 16 after a tough day on my feet packing sardines for $1.85 an hour
My next job the following summer mowing the fields at the private school
for $2 and hour
Little did I know that 30 years later I would be mowing the grounds of
The State of Alaska facilities for more than 10 times that wage.
I had known when I was 18 that I wanted a job outdoors or in a kitchen. Somehow I thought that I wanted either a job in a lumberyard and run a forklift or work in a bakery so when my sister let me know that I could get a job in Fairbanks, Alaska as a cook for a summer camp for a whopping $4.50 an hour in 1976 I was practically on the next plane there!
So began my early career in cooking at various summer camps, daycares, Headstart and a few restaurants.
My best gig was as a cook at the "Hungry Dog Cafe" where I amazingly got recognition as a good soup-maker at age 21.
(Unfortunately I only have one photo from this time and I'm in an embrace and kissing a former boyfriend that was the breakfast cook, so I'm not posting it.)
Eventually I heard that there was good money to be made as a flagger for the State of Alaska D.O.T if I joined the union, paid my dues and waited for a call.
I did this seasonally for about five years, with one summer off to have my baby.
Several years later after my divorce I needed to make more money and took a year round job with the road crew I had been working with for 5 years.
This was a tough job but the rewards were good.
I was required to serve two months of night shift each winter.
It felt as if I were living on the moon since I had to sleep during our only bit of short daylight
One of my first art pieces when I took printmaking at the college was titled
"Only Plowgirls get the Blues"
Yes, I drove a dumptruck and filled a lot of potholes!
A culvert operation
You'll end up a street sweeper!
Eventually I was trained to drive a belly dump.
This picture was taken on my first day. The gravel pit was flooded and let me tell you I was scared shitless to drive across this water.
I made them take this photo in case I disappeared underwater.
As time went on they taught me how to scrape snow with a road grader. I never did learn the finer points of dirtwork which takes much more finesse.
Some of the guys I worked with exhibited real artistry in blading the dirt roads.
I had to watch them all day long when I was a flagger.
On night shift one of my work buddies was trying to teach me some welding techniques.
This was probably taken at 4:00 AM
I had been terrified of lighting torches when I started this job. It's funny to look back on that fear now that I'm a lampworker.
After ten years of Heavy Equipment operating I longed to move over to the Buildings Maintenance crew.
I'm getting ready to paint the interior of an equipment garage here
Mostly the job consisted of mowing lawns and tending to flowers on various grounds belonging to the State of Alaska in Fairbanks.
Occasionally I would help out the other tradesmen in remote sites or villages in the surrounding areas.
This was on an overtime day during one of our hot, dry summer spells.
I didn't normally dress like this for work!
Now this brings us up to present day~ Now that I'm retired my job is to play with fire.
And maybe sell a few things.
That's a Sidney Lawrence painting behind me at the Anchorage Museum Bead Arts Gala.
