On my way home from Kinnelon, I pass by a gas station in Little Falls. In the space where the gas station mini-mart would normally be, there is instead a Dunkin Donuts and a Jackson Hewitt office. I know there are a lot of terrible jobs out there but, to me, nothing seems quite as terrible as working at the Jackson Hewitt behind the gas station. It must be miserable—having to get up every day to go sit in a tiny office and do people’s taxes, all the while breathing in the terrible stink of the gas station fumes. And what about when you have to tell other people what you do? Let’s just assume for the moment that the accountant I am imagining is a guy.
Girl: So, what do you do for a living?
Guy: I’m an accountant.
Girl: Oh, that’s cool. Where do you work?
Guy: I work at the Jackson Hewitt in Little Falls.
Girl: No way! I live right around there. Where in Little Falls is your office?
Guy: It’s, um…on Main Street…right behind the, uh…gas station?
I guess there are a couple of good things about working there, if you really think about it. One, you’re never more than a stroll away from all those delicious donuts. Two, you’d never have to worry about making time to go and fill up your tank, because you’re perpetually parked essentially at a gas pump. Those are pretty much the only benefits I can think of at present.
In closing, I’m thrilled that my math skills (or lack thereof) preclude me from the possibility of ever having to work at the Jackson Hewitt behind the gas station. However, with the current fiscal state of libraries, perhaps I will have to start looking into alternate careers for the time being.
I wonder if the Dunkin Donuts is taking applications.