<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="Women workers employed as wipers in the roundhouse having lunch in their rest room, C. &amp; N.W. R.R., Clinton, Iowa (LOC) by The Library of Congress, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/library_of_congress/2178452567/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2412/2178452567_9c3103ba74.jpg" alt="Women workers employed as wipers in the roundhouse having lunch in their rest room, C. &amp; N.W. R.R., Clinton, Iowa (LOC)" width="500" height="391" /></a></p>

We've all had our share of what the immortal Wayne from the movie Wayne's World liked to call Joe jobs - the sort of positions that were good for not much more than contributing yet another name tag or hair net to a cork board wall of shame. They're the sort of jobs that in high school and college meant manual labor instead of parties, helping old women try on shoes instead of that big concert or, worst of all, food service at a busy drive-thru instead of a big date.

I want to put this out there: Sometimes, the job of working mom feels kind of like a Joe job.

Read the rest (including a list of the Joe jobs I held in high school and college) <a href="http://www.tulsakids.com/?q=dirty-jobs-confessions-work-home-mom">on my blog on TulsaKids.com</a>.
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