Back in 1987 was a strange time for me as my mom got married to some dude she knew for only six months and we had to move and I pretty much had to drop out of college (well, I didn't like it either).

So I had to get a job and quickly at that. In my random search, I ran across a small company called Sams-U-Drive. They had a few in the L.A. area but this one was at the southwest corner of Pico and Sepulveda on the Westside. While I appreciated diversity (White, Black,Latino) in the workplace, the one thing I would see as a warning sign was turnaround. Every week, it seemed like someone was being termed and hired on like clockwork and after two months, I became no exception. They don't teach construction equipment in school (their business was rental and sales of equipment and tools) so they should have stuck w/folks with knowledge or at least people who had been working for a minute. Anyway, the one thing that made my damn day was Marge, or Margie. She was a middle-aged type who probably knew all the words to the Doobie Brothers (before Michael McDonald) and had an 8-track tape of ELO or Bachman Turner Overdrive. Yep, she and her sleepy, low-budget Farrah-flip were stuck in the 1970s. What scared the $hit out of me then but cracks me up now is how she would chain-smoke from the time she arrived to whenever. Whether she was on the phone, chasing someone down in her size 15 Dittos (with flared legs and what we now call muffin tops hanging over the waistband) or yelling at someone kind of reminded me of this person.

Yeah, she pretty wretched and I don't know what turn her life took but it is a testament as to why it's important to get your career going ASAP. Even if you get sidetracked, nothing is worse than having to go to a shitty job where you make almost nothing, men are clearly hitting on you and even after you endure whatever, they go belly up (maybe, they moved IDK).