I’m not having much luck with jobs lately:
I couldn’t concentrate in the orange juice factory.
I wasn’t suited to be a tailor.
The muffler factory was just exhausting.
I couldn’t cut it as barber.
I didn’t have the patience to be a doctor.
I didn’t fit in the shoe factory even though I put my soul into it.
The paper shop folded.
Pool maintenance was too draining.
I got fired from the cannon factory.
And I just couldn’t see any future as a historian.