There was a time when I wanted nothing more than to sit in my cubicle with reams of monthly, quarterly, semiannual, and annual tax-return data, turning all those numbers into tidy forms for 50 states, the District of Columbia, and every pathetic freepin town in Kentucky.
Now, however, I appreciate my forays into the real world of Walmart, my church, and Weight Watchers meetings, because the people at my job site complain all the time and throw things and can’t go to the bathroom on their own.
I’ve never been a good office person, but if I could have divided my time between office and outdoors, I would have been very happy. However, at the time I was tested at the employment office, being a forest ranger was my perfect job, and females were not welcome.
Even the post office told me I “didn’t weigh enough” to hoist those packages, so I went across the street to the Greyhound Bus depot and got a job hoisting packages of up to 90 pounds over my head. I weighed 147 pounds.