Tens List: Amy Plum + Die For Me

Today I'm hugely excited to welcome Amy Plum to the blog, her young adult novel Die For Me (releasing on May 10th from HarperTeen) is one I'm absolutely dying to get my hands on. As part of her blog tour through Teen Book Scene, Amy is going to share with us several of the oh-so fabulous, magnificently glamorous, and certainly unforgettable jobs she's had in the past;-) Take it away Amy!

MY TOP 10 WORST JOBS EVER

1. Receptionist at a place where I had to answer the phone saying, “Continental Hiney” (spelled Heine). I always felt I was announcing to the caller that I had a huge butt.

2. Orange Julius at the mall, where I wore a brown, orange and yellow polyester outfit and visor, and when I took the garbage out, the thin bags would break and I’d get chili all over my arms.

3. An art gallery for a control-freak diva dealer who made me wait after-hours for FedEx and miss my 22nd birthday party. (Yes, he was fully aware that would make me miss my party.)

4. Daycare worker, summer job when I was 17, thirty 4-year olds and...me. (I had no voice at the end of the summer.)

5. Job in a French office, where the other assistants would make fun of my bad French by urging me to repeat sentences after them, and then cracking up laughing when I did. When I finally learned dirty words in French—a couple years later—I remembered and CRINGED when I realized what I had said.

6. Same job: my boss offered me a raise and a company car if I would “be nice to him.” I quit a week later, after he started a habit of walking up behind me as I worked and massaging my shoulders. (Okay...gagging just from typing that.)

7. Managing a business where no one wanted to work on the top floor because everyone (including me) swore it was haunted.

8. Giving historical tours of a French castle—in English since my French wasn’t very good. And the day before I started, they told me I had to give the tours in French as well. My bloopers are now legendary throughout the region.

9. Cocktail waitress. For 2 days. Gross, drunk men telling sexist gross-out jokes. Say. No. More.

10. Working as bookkeeper for a monomaniacal nun.

Thanks so much for sharing Amy! Number 6 on your list made me cringe as well *shudders at the thought of creepy masseuse boss who probably has a definition of the word "nice" we really don't want to know about* If you don't have Die For Me on your lists everyone, be sure and add it immediately! For more information on Amy and her books, you can find her here:

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DIE FOR ME (from Goodreads)

My life had always been blissfully, wonderfully normal. But it only took one moment to change everything.

Suddenly, my sister, Georgia, and I were orphans. We put our lives into storage and moved to Paris to live with my grandparents. And I knew my shattered heart, my shattered life, would never feel normal again. Then I met Vincent.

Mysterious, sexy, and unnervingly charming, Vincent Delacroix appeared out of nowhere and swept me off my feet. Just like that, I was in danger of losing my heart all over again. But I was ready to let it happen.

Of course, nothing is ever that easy. Because Vincent is no normal human. He has a terrifying destiny, one that puts his life at risk every day. He also has enemies . . . immortal, murderous enemies who are determined to destroy him and all of his kind.

While I'm fighting to piece together the remnants of my life, can I risk putting my heart—as well as my life and my family's—in jeopardy for a chance at love?