The oddest, without a doubt, was being a Jewish rabbi's assistant.
An Orthodox rabbi, to be specific. You see, those who are Orthodox observe what is called Shabbat, aka the Sabbath, where they believe that a person should not work on the day that God rested. But they take this to a very serious extreme, in that the rabbi can't even turn on a light or raise the temperature on his thermostat, because that constitutes work. So enter Bryan, the non-Jewish light-switcher and thermostat-changer for hire.
Yeah, really. This is how he spent 2006.
Really, it's amazing the amount of work that one can put into not working.
And while I did do almost everything for him, at least I didn't have to help the man wipe his own ass. Oh, you think I'm joking, but according to our lovely friend Robyn over at Life by Chocolate, those who observe Shabbat as the rabbi does also aren't permitted to tear toilet paper because that constitutes work... so, I'm just glad that wasn't on my list of duties.
Thank God for Shabbat-grade toilet paper (pre-torn).
But the rabbi loved trading jokes (his favorite was simply, "Did you hear the one about me?") and hearing all about the stories I was writing. He was, strangely enough, a very fun guy to hang out with, which made a full day of turning lights on and off not that bad.
In other words, for a middle aged man with a nasally voice, sideburns like curly fries, and eyeglasses like the windshield of a Buick, he was a pretty cool guy. And one of the best bosses I've ever had.
Ever had an odd job that was truly odd?
Cheers and stay kosher, friends,
Bryan (and Brandon)
Beer: Blue Moon Agave Blonde Ale
Music: Childish Gambino (in concert)