Frank, he's got nothing to write on that resume. Card dealer from such a date to such a date, followed by a vast amount of nothing? What would you think of such a resume? His next job, if any, will involve an application, nothing more.
I've discussed this a few times with the 58-year-old 404-pound guy who scoops grain at the local grain elevator five and a half days a week; of course, his profession's out, because both of us don't imagine there's many grain elevators in Las Vegas.
Ever since the gigantic primitive first got on the gravy train, I've given his career a great deal of thought; the sooner he gets out of our wallets and makes his own money, the better.
Maybe the gigantic primitive could go back to his old profession, dealing cards--but unfortunately it's my understanding that many (not all, but many) employees of casinos have as a fringe benefit all the fine cuisine they want from the casino kitchen while working.
So that's not such a good idea, unless the gigantic primitive finds an employer not quite so generous, where one even has to pay fifty cents for a bowl of popcorn in the center of the table.
(Of course, it's very possible that the gigantic primitive has a "record" that might preclude his hiring by establishments handling a great deal of money.)
Perhaps there's an opening at the local carnival, for a guy to sit in one of those kiosks, collecting money for tickets to ride the merry-go-round and Ferris wheel.
Or doorman for the fancy ritzy big-and-tall-men haberdashery, in which case a fringe benefit, rather than unlimited chow, would be a free wardrobe.
Bus-driver for the Las Vegas handicapped transport service.
A night watchman, or "security," at the emergency room of a local hospital.
File clerk at Immigration & Naturalization.
Lawn-mowing jobs involving the use of riding lawn-mowers.
The guy who sits in the parlor of whorehouses, to be sure customers behave.
Weigher of scrap iron at a metals-recycling plant.
In advertising and public relations, wearing a big sandwich-board strolling up and down the sidewalks, RINGLING BROTHERS-BARNUM & BAILEY CIRCUS COMING SOON.
Disc-jockey at the local radio station during the night-time shift.
Professional escort of beautiful wives of jealous husbands, while they go around shopping and stuff.
Stripping hides off of dead cattle (incidentally a
very well-paying job).
Chimney-sweep.
Convenience store clerk.
I think of all the 400+ pound guys I've known, or seen, in my life, holding down good jobs requiring little or no education and training; his career prospects are almost unlimited, if the gigantic primitive would unfossilize his brain, and think.
