DREAM JOBS
housebreaker
I was a 
housebreaker, but definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time, a 
neighborhood get-together.  All the residents were paying visits to one 
another.  It took me awhile to catch on to this and to realize that the sooner I 
left, the better.  I escaped onto a back porch, trying hard to conceal a couple 
of small items I had stolen.  I was greeted immediately by an elderly lady who 
said, Oh, do you live here? I was just admiring your flowers. 
She painfully bent over to smell a rosebush near the 
porch, then asked me to show her around.  So I started to take her into “my” 
home.   From within came a friendly greeting: Hello, who’s there? 
He’ll show you 
around, I said, and fled quickly. 
beach clean-up
I am cleaning up a 
beach area, hosing off tables and umbrellas even though other workers stationed 
there do next to nothing.  I am told by the manager, whom we all call “Mother,” 
to find a rake, which I do.  It isn’t the best tool for the job because a fine 
mesh covers the sand.  Only later, after scraping against the surface with the 
rake and accomplishing nothing, do I find another tool with plastic teeth like 
something used for cat litter.  It pushes the sand back through the holes in the 
mesh.  But then I press too hard and crack the handle.  I am wearing sunglasses 
and a floppy hat: my late teen self.  Next to the beach is a DJ stand where 
partiers wait impatiently for us to ready the area.
drifter
My partner and I were Depression-Era drifters 
traveling from town to town looking for any work we could find.  We stopped at 
an open pit area, where our job was to get a box 1’ by 6”, fold it, label it 
with a number, then take it to the pit to fill with dirt. 
Once filled, each 
box became a brick in a wall designed to keep unwanted immigrants out. We 
decided to quit once we discovered this wall: twelve feet high, three feet 
thick, decorated with a large skull. 
angel in the 
house
Babysitting a young 
nephew.  He was a toddler and acting up, apparently because he no longer fit 
well into his pants.  So we went searching for another pair. 
Then I was trying to finish reading some essays by 
Virginia Woolf and needed to find a quiet place.  A crowd of people were hanging 
out in the kitchen.  I took my book, spotted a bottle of gin, and thought I 
would sneak both back to my room.  But en route, there were so many stray dishes 
and glasses lying around that I couldn’t help becoming the Angel in the House 
and clearing them. 
preacher
I am a black preacher-civil rights leader dressed in 
a dark coat and a wide-brimmed hat.   Coming out of an assembly, I lose sight of 
my driver.  So I begin to walk the few miles home. 
It is a drizzly day, and I pause at a diner for 
shelter.  There, I am accosted by a man wielding a knife who is on the verge of 
slashing me in the face.  But the proprietress opens fire with a shotgun and the 
man’s head explodes over my clothes. 
not dressed 
I arrive at my job as a factory janitor.  The day 
shift still hasn’t left; the place is full of workers in a festive mood, singing 
and playing guitar.  In one area is a line of short Hispanic ladies being judged 
in a beauty contest.  A gruff foreman approaches and warns me I am improperly 
dressed for my shift.  I tell him I have a change in the duffel bag I carry and 
proceed to get ready.  Then I am handed a pay envelope with little doughnut 
stickers glued onto it to reflect all the bonus hours I have worked.  But I have 
never been paid, and most of the rings have fallen off.
poor prof
Only a poor professor, I found myself on the verge 
of being driven to prostitution to pay for an operation for a friend.  When a 
student heard of this, he wrote me a check for $15,560 to cover all costs.  In 
return, I took a vow of chastity and swore to become a monk.  Twenty years 
later, I had many followers.  Some even tried to buy me out of my vow! 
M.V. Montgomery is a professor at Life University.  His short story collection 
Beyond the Pale will be released by 
Winter Goose Publishing in May 
2013. 
 
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