For the second time in the past year I’ve been offered a job. No, I don’t mean a studio project, I mean a real “job” job.
While the furnace man was here yesterday, he asked me if I would work for him. I said, “Well, you can see how little I know about all of this,” and he replied, “All you have to know is to be able to to do what I tell you to do.” He went on to sadly explain how difficult it is to find an assistant who can follow a simple “do-these-ten-things-in-this order” list of tasks. Several months ago a successful dairyman complained to me about how impossible it was to find someone who wanted to become a farmer. “John, work for me and I’ll teach you everything I know,” was his offer. You’ve got to ask yourself, what’s happened to the workforce when self-employed people with gray hair are offering each other apprentice jobs?
I could be operating milking machines every day before dawn and crawling around in basements and attics with a flashlight at night. No, I’m serious. I could be doing that if I wanted to.