I Used to do That for a Living; Landing and Leaving 108 Jobs Introduction, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 - Page 23

I Used to do that for a Living was born Cecil Clarence Jackson but was never one for allowing anybody else to tell him what to do, or what name to answer to. Since the repetition of the term “my father” could become tedious, I shall refer to him by his name. Jack was my hero when I was boy, back when my notion of dignity was defined mainly in terms of standing up to authority, and nobility was synonymous with self-sacrifice. Every bit of Jack’s meager pay went to the care of his family, though his and my mother’s inability to manage even very small amounts of money ensured that we were always worse off than was strictly necessary. She did not work outside the home, and barely worked inside it. Jack was as hardworking as could be, but his lifelong practice was never to give ‘ary a boss a chance to fire him. Jack’s motto was “I don’t take no chewing.” At the first sign of an affront, which included any form of reprimand or correction, he quit. Never mind the wife and five kids depending on him. Jack was a quitter, to be sure, but nobody could say he was lazy. Though he did not exert himself around the house any more than my mother did. Some people who work very hard at their jobs want no part of housework or yard work. Laziness is a vice, but its opposite is not a 14