Welcome back to another edition of WFME’s Bad Job Wednesday.
Today, I’d like to talk a little bit about what has to be the worst job next to being a tollbooth taker. A job that requires zero passion, very little eye-hand coordination and absolutely zero people skills whatsoever. A job that most of us don’t even think of as a job because, well, it’s a pretty damn bad job.
It’s time to talk about the highway line-painter.
Without lines, society would be in chaos. Lines in the sand (figuratively, of course), lines at amusement parks and movieplexes and the lines that keep us (in our cars) from swerving out of control and slamming into someone else’s beloved mechanical beast. They are everywhere, they are different colors, they are dashed and dotted, raised and smooth, and they stretch from sea to shining sea.