MINOT, N.D. — I love to work.
I got my first job in the fourth grade, delivering copies of the Minot Daily News at 4:30 in the morning, seven days a week, to about 100 or so subscribers. I also had to make monthly collections from many of these subscribers and deposit the checks in cash in a local bank.
For my time, I was paid about $120 per month.
I kept that job through my senior year in high school.
In my youth, I detailed cars and put in hours at a local call center doing over-the-phone technical support for Gateway 2000 (remember the cow boxes?). I’ve worked as a private investigator. I’ve served civil process. I’ve managed a retail store.
People sometimes ask me how I can deal with what can be tidal waves of criticism my writing can provoke, and I tell them it’s not quite as bad as trying to explain to a flustered parent how to set up their new personal computer on Christmas or serving someone divorce papers.
But it’s time I got to the point.
Work is important.