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Okay all you hot tub forum dwellers, lurkers and no-it-alls:  Let's see how creative you can be.  Finish the last line.
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My first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned. I couldn't concentrate.

Then I worked in the woods as a lumberjack, but I just couldn't hack it, so they gave me the axe.

After that, I tried to be a tailor, but I just wasn't suited for it - mainly because it was a sew-sew job.

Next, I tried working in a muffler factory, but that was too exhausting.

Then, I tried to be a chef - figured it would add a little spice to my life, but I just didn't have the thyme.

I attempted to be a deli worker, but any way I sliced it I couldn't cut the mustard.

My best job was being a musician, but eventually I found I wasn't noteworthy.

I studied a long time to become a doctor, but I didn't have any patience.

Next, was a job in a shoe factory: I tried but I just didn't fit in, and I had trouble toeing the line.

I became a professional fisherman, but discovered that I couldn't live on my net income.

I managed to get a good job working for a pool maintenance company, but the work was just too draining.

So then I got a job in a workout center, but they said I wasn't fit for the job.

After many years of trying to find steady work, I finally got a job as a historian - until I realized there was no future in it.

My next to last job was working in Starbucks, but I had to quit because it was always the same old grind.


My final job was working in a store that sold hot tubs.  That didn’t last long because…

??? :o ??? :D ??? :-/  ??? :-* ???

 
Okay all you hot tub forum dwellers, lurkers and no-it-alls:  Let's see how creative you can be.  Finish the last line.
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My final job was working in a store that sold hot tubs.  That didn’t last long because…

??? :o ??? :D ??? :-/  ??? :-* ???

I was pumping the bosses wife? ???  :D

They thermal locked the door and no one could get in!

I was forever floored by their lack of knowledge

They said I was Coasting

I kept doing a Sundance on the cover and they thought it looked stupid.

Now my brain hurts from thinking so hard so late at night! ;D

Steve
 
My final job was working in a store that sold hot tubs.  That didn’t last long because… I was too self righteous,so I decided to sell spas via the internet.

Jim Gruver/Arjuna 1998
 
My final job was working in a store that sold hot tubs.  That didn’t last long because…the customers are all wet.
 
My final job was working in a store that sold hot tubs.  That didn't last long because the owner was full of foam, the customers were a thermal pane, and my subordinates kept bypassing me up the corporate ladder!  I'd just as soon take a circ pump up the butt than work there!

Terminator
 
My final job was working in a store that sold hot tubs.  That didn't last long because the owner was full of foam, the customers were a thermal pane, and my subordinates kept bypassing me up the corporate ladder!  I'd just as soon take a circ pump up the butt than work there!

Terminator
The timing of that response couldn't be better!!!
 
my other thought was:
My final job was working in a store that sold hot tubs.  That didn’t last long because…wet people suck.
But I didn't think that would be appreciated.... *sigh*  :-/
 
My final job was working in a store that sold hot tubs.  That didn’t last long because…

I told a customer Hot Springs was the best spas and ours were second best so the guy went to Hot Springs and bought from some gun totin' yahoo salesman who posted it over the internet and my boss found out and fired me.
 
I told a customer Hot Springs was the best spas and ours were second best so the guy went to Hot Springs and bought from some gun totin' yahoo salesman who posted it over the internet and my boss found out and fired me.
It could happen, you know.....

Terminator
 
My final job was working in a store that sold hot tubs.
That didn't last long because because the customers were "shocked" to learn about proper "circulation pump" installation.
I also was caught "skimming" the owner's profits by "draining" his cash register.
 
My final job was working in a store that sold hot tubs.
That didn't last long because because the customers were "shocked" to learn about proper "circulation pump" installation.
I also was caught "skimming" the owner's profits by "draining" his cash register.



Rick,

I am lead to belive you were discharge for improper installtion of an ozinator.  ::) ::) ;D ;D
 
My final job was working in a store that sold hot tubs.
That didn't last long because because the customers were "shocked" to learn about proper "circulation pump" installation.
I also was caught "skimming" the owner's profits by "draining" his cash register.

Term's was leading the pack until rick posted this one.  So far this is the winner, but I will hold off for a while to see if any others pop up.  It's going to be tough to beat this one though.
 
My final job was working in a store that sold hot tubs.  That didn't last long because the Marquis at our Artesian supply store had an added laminate Dimension, One that made the Sundance into the eyes of the shoppers who would Coast by our store.  The Vita-lity of the reflection was brighter than the Arctic sun itself.  When the passerby would seek H a v e n from the glare (far brighter than even a Coleman lantern), the Hot Spring of their stride would propel them like a Bullfrog into the Clearwater of our Jacuzzis.  My Master (baiting me in obvious derision) decided to terminate my employment.

 
My final job was working in a store that sold hot tubs.  That didn't last long because the Marquis at our Artesian supply store had an added laminate Dimension, One that made the Sundance into the eyes of the shoppers who would Coast by our store.  The Vita-lity of the reflection was brighter than the Arctic sun itself.  When the passerby would seek H a v e n from the glare (far brighter than even a Coleman lantern), the Hot Spring of their stride would propel them like a Bullfrog into the Clearwater of our Jacuzzis.  My Master (baiting me in obvious derision) decided to terminate my employment.
You have too much time on your hands ...  That was awsome!!
 
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