With all due respect, it ain’t rocket surgery.
I called a temp agency for work and they asked me if I had any phone skills. I said, ‘I called you, didn’t I?’
I had a secretarial job but I called in sick a lot. I would say I had ‘female troubles’. My boss didn’t know I meant her.
After I finished school, I took one of those aptitude tests, and based on my verbal score, they suggested I become a mime.
At the unemployment exchange, my father gave his occupation as an astronaut but not prepared to travel.
Every morning I get up and look through the Forbes list of the richest people in America. If I’m not there, I go to work.
Anyone can do any amount of work provided it isn’t the work he is supposed to be doing at the moment.
When you go to work, if your name is on the building, you’re rich. If your name is on your desk, you’re middle class. And if your name is on your shirt, you’re poor.
In the days when I went to work, I never once knew what I was doing. These days, I never work. Work does age one so.
I used to work at the International House of Pancakes. It was a dream, and I made it happen.
Being an astronomer is a very noble profession, but it does leave you at rather a loose end during the day.