"What, you ain't ever done a job back home that's got some kinda equivalent over here? I mean, hell, none of what I started doin' in the months before I got here was really relevant to this place, but if I wanted to stretch further back, there's always bein' a busboy," Sawyer points out, head generally nodding in the direction of the Winchester. "Or a bartend. Building crew. The hell did you do back in your world anyway? 'fore you got here."