What job made you go back to school?

[HEyHEY]

I was about three classes short of finishing high-school. So, for about two-weeks I was a highschool dropout. ABout mid-august I had begun a job as a hot-dog vendor. One month of that was enough to make me want to finish highschool and lucky for me I made the registration date to highschool by about two days.
Then I finished school, eventually went on to University (which I never finished because of a strike, during which time I decided on a different path) then college.
After college I took a sales job that paid amazingly for someone my age, but was too stressful, I also worked at the city for kick-ass money - but hated that after awhile.
Now, here I am.

[Mistress Quickly]

1. Making fishing lures

and a children's clothing store

[guitar man]

2. Print shop

I woke up one day in a print shop, making good money, but damn I hated that effing job!

[HEyHEY]

3. My family was raised on print money!

We ran and the family still runs, an office supply/printing business. I never understood how the pressoperators could do that job

[bif]

4. Working at a stamping plant at Fords (as they say around here)

After high school. I lasted one summer and vowed to get a degree so I wouldn't have to do that for a living. Now, if I had kept at it, I would have been comfortably retired in my late 40s by now. What an idiot!

[HEyHEY]

6. My dad said the same thing about his job ....

He worked for the city - as a buyer for auto parts. Had he stayed he'd be making $90,000 a year or be retired early but NOOOOO he had to own his own business. At the same time he says owning his own business has given him 30 years of freedom he'd never trade/

[TexasBushwhacker]

5. I liked my job but I "topped out"

I was sure I wanted to go to college, but I wasn't sure what I wanted to major in. I'd gotten a job at a department store the summer after high school graduation. I liked it a lot more than I thought I would and much to my parents dismay, I decided to continue working fulltime and just took one class in college (actually took 3 and dropped 2) in the fall semester. Then I got promoted to department manager in December. At not quite 19, I thought I was hot shit.

Then they hired a manager trainee with a college degree (in homemaking!). I trained her and then they MADE HER MY BOSS. That was when I decided to go back to college.

[never cry wolf]

7. Construction Laborer

Most of my high school friends were a year behind me so I did ok freshman year of college. 1st semester sophmore year I got 4 F's and a D. What can I say, too much beer and pot, but I had a GREAT time!

So I started as a laborer, worked it for 9 months and went back to school. I am now an architect but get along better with the guys wearing hard hats in the field than I do with the rich repug clients.

[Heddi]

8. Newspaper Sales....blah!!!

I worked in Newspaper Sales for about....4 years I guess. HATED IT. Hated the idea of doing nothing more than making money for someone else while I got paid peanuts. I mean, even if I made $100,000 in sales, I'd still only get a very small % of that, and I never made anything close to $100,000 in sales (well maybe over the course of a year, but not at once).

I was at a lunch with my manager one day and she asked "Where do you see yourself in 5 years" and the FIRST thought that came through my mind was "Not doing this!" and about 4 months later I quit my job and enrolled in school taking pre-req's for the RN Nursing Program I'm currently attending (just started on Monday).

I think it says alot about my former jobs when I'm more willing to wipe hineys all day long than place ads for customers :)

And plus, I look at the "Death-bed" factor---when I'm in my last moments of life, what is more of an important use of my life, skills, and knowledge:

"Gee, I'm really glad I was able to close that last contract before my heart konked out on me. Hopefully this will get my department to exceed its sales goals for this quarter"

or

"I'm really glad I was able to help someone when they needed it. I was happy to be a comforting factor. To save someone's life. To assist them in having quality of life and quality of death."

yeah. THat did it for me. At least with nursing, I'm not doing a job that a monkey with minimal training could do. I'm actually making a difference in someone's life, including my own.

Cold calling is NOT my forte.