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my first real cool job,other then the cycle store when i was a kid was,working for six flags on the safari part.
i liked bikes and raced them but...nevermind,i got kicked out of school and great adventure hired me to work on the safari thing.
i worked with the rhinos,elephants,baboons,tigers(almost got ate)lions(my fave) and with bears.
i use to smoke weed and get blitzed(customers would give me beers)cause during the week it was not busy...so my job was to mind the gate,the gate that seperated the different animals...i once saw a bear kill a lion...i was almost killed by a tiger there,i use to walk rhino's out in the morning..nice animals contrary to popular belief,played with elephants all the time..nice animals but dont piss them off...lol...hated the baboons..nasty little fucks...worsst job you could have,but i am curious,i would love to work there to this day....but with kids you cant always do what you want,mind you this is years ago...but i got married and what they paid i could not survive on...
what is your dream job..and have you ever had it...and lost it cuase of lifes demands?
i would love to be around animals and not people...but having kids dictate your life....no regrets..
what is your dream job....and could it accomadate your wife and kids?

as funny as it may sound,i am glad a tiger was about to eat me for lunch..lol...i was soooooo stupid.

The best job I ever had was as a lab assistant for a Zoology professor. I handled all the animals in the lab, including the snakes and the owl and I was generally responsible for how the lab was maintained. I love animals so it was great fun.

It didn't hurt that one of the boys who gave me problems in high school fainted dead away when he saw me handling the snakes.

If, at my age, I were to have a dream job, it would be as a historical re-enactor.

The best job I ever had was as a lab assistant for a Zoology professor. I handled all the animals in the lab, including the snakes and the owl and I was generally responsible for how the lab was maintained. I love animals so it was great fun.

It didn't hurt that one of the boys who gave me problems in high school fainted dead away when he saw me handling the snakes.

If, at my age, I were to have a dream job, it would be as a historical re-enactor.


ty,thats what i wanted to hear about,life takes you in different directions and your happy were you are...but...lol...if only stories...guess i am old.
my best friend has a huge fucking snake,and i will be honest....they freak me out....i have no idea why,i like critters but snakes scare the bejesus out of me.
i am a huge fan of historical re creations..so i understand that.

are you young?

maybe you can work at the zoo...if you like snakes....most dont,alot of people get them for shock value,but if you really dont mind them...good carrer path.
i hate snakes..i was in my buddies room having...well never mind,and hie=s mwife says..wheres the snake...i bolted out of there like you have no idea....snakes creeep me out.

pfft I already have my dream job....

...I say that in the sense that my dream job wouldn't be a job unless being a trillionaire spend-o-lot has a place opening up soon :)

My favourite job evah!

Building industrial greenhouses. First you measure out with sticks and string the dimensions of the greenhouse wherever it needs to be built - yay!

Go out and chop down the right sort of tree - chainsaw yay!

Then dig holes - strange machine like an apple corker only motorized yay!

Place trees in holes, fill in dirt, water and pat down with spade and repeat - so so yay!

Wrap and hammer in netting around poles - climbing up poles, hammers, utility belt with tools yay!

Stand back and admire work - yay!

It was highly physical, outside in the sun, gimme some machines and a utility belt, pretty well-paid work.

EDIT: Not to mention living in a beach hut at the time - yay!

Why did I stop? Well I thought my degree could be put to better use, jury's still out on that one.

Building industrial greenhouses.

so how much trouble do you get for breaking the glass? :D

so how much trouble do you get for breaking the glass? :D

:) I'm quite happy these weren't made of glass as fixing in glass panes is a 'pain' in the (gl)ass. *chortles to self*

You wrapped them in a kind of industrial netting that helps breathing yet traps in CO2 or something like that, didn't really get into the physics of it but sure was far more enjoyable.

You wrapped them in a kind of industrial netting that helps breathing yet traps in CO2 or something like that, didn't really get into the physics of it but sure was far more enjoyable.

must be a plot to catch those darn flying fish!

http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/sea0306l.jpg

....I haven't had allot of sleep

Yes, damn flying fish get everywhere these days :mad:

I have high school and after school i head straight to Raley's as a security camera man.

I do my homework, check cameras, and study.

Yes, damn flying fish get everywhere these days :mad:

this leads me to wonder what exactly you was growing in these "green houses"

I do my homework, check cameras, and study.

:eek: you must have some sordid tales to share!?

I once had the worlds best job, until the company sold out and shut us all down.
I ran a micro-brewery - spent my day brewing beer and hanging around a pub. The best part was being in charge of quality control, so I got PAID for drinking FREE beer. What could be sweeter?

I'm a West Coast Longshoreman, thread over.

I've had some cool jobs, I guess.

The lead contender I've already talked about some today. I was a costumed childrens performer. I would dress up like various characters, mostly Ninja Turtles, and then go to birthday parties and picnics, etc. It was a pretty kick ass job. I was being paid to goof off, really. And there aren't many jobs where people hug you when you show up. Some highlights-

5 year old girl asking me to marry her. "Ah, dude, it wouldn't work-you're a human, I'm a turtle...and then you'd have to deal with my brothers. And they break stuff."
After being asked to flip for like the millionth time at a walk around the more experienced Turtle was going into one of our many excuses when I said, "Nah, dude. I'm gonna flip." He broke character for a second. "Really?" "Totally." "Alright..." and so he started clearing the kids out around me ready for me to flip. "Ready? On the count of three I'm gonna flip...One...Two...Three!!!WOOWAAAWOOOHOOOOHAAAA" flailing my arms wildly "Snakesnakessnakes!...There, I flipped."
A woman following me around while I was surrounded by kids trying to get me to explain the costume. I couldn't get her to understand that she was fucking with the magic. "Whats this?" My eyes, dude. "And this?" That's my belt, doesn't everyone wear it over their shoulder? So she grabs the flap of my shell that covers my nether regions and asks, "What's this?" I put my hand down on it, "That's personal, dude." She turned beet red and I cut right and left her standing there while I went about entertaining the kids.
At a picnic there was a dunk booth with obligatory obnoxious dunkee, who when I walked by was taunting a small girl. She couldn't toss the ball hard enough to even hit the target. He laughed and told them to get her out of there. I thought this was wrong, so I picked the kid up and moved her closer to the target. Now she could hit it, but not hard enough to dunk. He repeated and intensified his taunt, she looked disappointed. So I picked her up and brought her to the target, and she pushed it. The dude was angered. He was getting back on his platform explaining that I had cheated and that wasn't allowed and on and on. I listened dutifully, and when he got back on his platform I pushed the target and re-dunked him.



I was also a projectionist for a second run movie theater for a few years. The amount of time I actually worked after I got the job down was like 45 minutes in a 6 hour day. (cleaning the projectors prevented breaks and problems-I think in the last year I had to fix maybe three broken movies, and these where old prints that had just gone through the first run theaters with negligent manager/projectionists. I was also prone to bitching about burred prints until we got new ones). I didn't really get to watch the movies because there where seven projectors but I did watch the films in snatches a lot. When I later started to take film classes it made scene analysis a lot easier.

As much as a bitch about it, being a buyer at a record store was pretty cool. I have over 2500 cds because of it (I was given promotional CDs all the time, this is actually after getting rid of over half of the stuff I was given). I was also not only given tickets to shows, but often got to meet artists. Branford Marsalis said he remembered me despite having never met me, Tony Bennett shakes hands like a gangster (like he's slipping you something)(and is really really short), and Terrance Blanchard told me the coolest story about playing for Art Blakey.

My current job is pretty cool, if a little demeaning at times. I'm a freelance production assistant for film and television. Working the reality shows is pretty suck ass, but occasionally I get to do something cool like documentaries on things like word origins (on that one I got to meet the guy who coined the term 'software' and another guy who coined the term 'blog.') And, if I'm the last PA to leave I sometimes get all the craft services that where left over. So that's pretty cool.

But I'd rather be working on my own stuff, like documentaries or narrative works whether filmed or on stage.

I was also a musician, playing jazz saxophone. That was cool but there was a point where I knew if I was going to make a living at it I was going to have to work my ever loving ass off because I didn't do it earlier when I should have. At the same time I realized that I started writing plays that where getting staged and winning awards, so I switched tracks. But I miss music and wish I had just strapped it on and did the work I needed to do, I'd love to be a musician.

Or race car driver. That would be cool, too.

i once saw a bear kill a lion
Shit.

Shit.

When I read that I thought, "Shouldn't someone have done something?" for like half a second until I realized that no one in their right mind would get between a bear and a lion...

When I read that I thought, "Shouldn't someone have done something?" for like half a second until I realized that no one in their right mind would get between a bear and a lion...

Same here.
Plus, I think those kind of fights are over fairly quickly. Especially if the bear just kind of attacked the lion out of nowhere.

I'm a West Coast Longshoreman, thread over.

I have no idea what that is.

When I was a kid, my dream job was to drive for Porsche at Le Mans.

I have no idea what that is.

It's someone who unloads shit off of ships.
Wait. How is that cool at all?

Barman. Best job in the world :D

I have no idea what that is.

When I was a kid, my dream job was to drive for Porsche at Le Mans.

Maybe you can answer the question I just had when I paniced and realized Le Mans was this weekend...where the hell is the Penske Porsche RS Spyder??? I thought they where going for the over all this year?

And I just saw this kick ass finish (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=co0ORFonfS0&mode=related&search=) for the 12 Hours of Sebring GT2 class, and looked at the qualifying times for the Peugot and the Audi diesels and their fractions of a second off each other...it might actually be a really really good race this year. I don't think that anythings on those 'Vettes, though. And I have no idea whats going on with LMP2 without the Porsches.

And yeah, that was totally my dream, too.

erm, having only done ickle kiddy jobs, the best I can do is picture framing. It consisted of drinking tea, framing the odd picture, and generally arsing about in an art shop.

When I was a kid, I always wanted to be a footballer. Original eh?

Maybe you can answer the question I just had when I paniced and realized Le Mans was this weekend...where the hell is the Penske Porsche RS Spyder??? I thought they where going for the over all this year?

And I just saw this kick ass finish (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=co0ORFonfS0&mode=related&search=) for the 12 Hours of Sebring GT2 class, and looked at the qualifying times for the Peugot and the Audi diesels and their fractions of a second off each other...it might actually be a really really good race this year. I don't think that anythings on those 'Vettes, though. And I have no idea whats going on with LMP2 without the Porsches.

And yeah, that was totally my dream, too.

I really haven't been following it much this year. I had a look at the website last weekend & was impressed with how close the times were for the Peugeot & Audi diesels. If the Peugeots are reliable, it should be a cracker of a race. I'm going to be in the sticks this weekend, nowhere near an internet, so I will miss the entire race.

When I was a teenager I wanted to write computer games.
Not so far-fetched; I learned to program, tailored my subjects accordingly, and went to university.

First summer I got a job as a programmer at a games company. It was a pretty good job, but it was just a job, really.

So I fulfilled my ambition and now have no idea what I want to do. Well, other than retire.

I deal out commercials and that's also the only job I've had. It's really fulfilling and I really feel like I save people's days when I hand them the commercials I know will end up in the trash can an hour later.

I deal out commercials and that's also the only job I've had. It's really fulfilling and I really feel like I save people's days when I hand them the commercials I know will end up in the trash can an hour later.

If they lasted an hour, you're bloody lucky! Mine ended up on the floor in seconds :S

Having said that, I did get to do it in costume sometimes. Once I was giving out flyers for an event at Nottingham Castle and go to dress up as a man-at-arms. Quality stuff :cool:

coolest job i had was for a japanese performance car and offroad grey import garage as a delivery driver and valet. got to drive heavily modded imprezas, skylines, evos, supras etc. and toyota hilux and mitsi pajeros all the time. some of them were absolutely mind blowing. and the place had a huge gravel yard at the back where we'd mess about with the cars in before the boss arrived. the boss didn't like me though because i was slow at washing cars and wouldn't get my haircut so i just stopped getting shifts. was great fun while it lasted though.

edit: my dream job would probably be as a mechanic for a WRC team or as a jobbing archaeologist in Cyprus.

http://mackaytrading.co.uk/ this is a link to the garage. seems they've changed their stock some since i was there.

Lets see in my 18 years of life I've been:

A Paperboy: Waking up at 6am everyday for 10 months was a bitch but the people I worked with were a laugh.

A shop assistant: This was for the same shop I had delivered papers for. Stack a couple of shelves, clear a bit of rubbish then just talk to the customers. It was great.

Currently a butchers assistant. Only a part time job to raise money for university but its great and now I'm an expert at cutting meat perfectly. Good pay and good hours.

I can't really pick one out above all the others......

jobs that sucked:


community service (hard work, no pay)
telephone surveys (impossible quota, had to lie)
phone psychic (good money, had to lie a LOT)
anything in the food service industry (including working at Chuck E. Cheese, Mc Donalds, Burger King, Dairy Queen, Braums, Sonic, Taco Bell, Taco Mayo, a BBQ restaurant, and a donut shop)
jewelry sales (commission only, so really good weeks and then weeks with nothing....hard to live that way)


jobs that sucked less:

bothering congress
radio DJ (really good schedule, crappy money)
stand up comedien (lots of fun, barely any money, drunks are stupid)
waitress (yeah,it's food service, but not like those other ones)
clown (kids are cool, parents annoy me)
charity supervisor (blech, long hours, rude people, it took over my life)
sub teacher public school (kids were okay, wouldn't want them longer than a week)
private tutor (kids annoy me)
community college teacher for kids (kids are cool, parents annoy me)


I guess nothing really stands out. All the jobs had some good points and bad ones.

I have worked in all fields of Emergency Services in the last 30 years. I have done time as Medic, Public Safety Officer (police/firefighter/emt medic), Firefighter and as a 9-1-1 Telecommunicator.

My favorite playing on the streets was a career firefighter. Everyone knows that when that truck comes pulling up on your street, they are not going to arrest anyone. And what other job lets you do thousands of dollars of damage and everyone still loves you? We had a serious kitchen fire in a rather large house one night. We got there pretty quick, and got a quick knock down on a very good size fire. Of course, the kitchen on this 2 story house was completely destroyed. So we had to take the stove and the burned appliances out of the house. To do proper salvage and overhaul we had to tear the burned cabinets off the walls, and had to tear the sheetrock walls from the walls and ceiling. All in all, with the fire damage, was about $50,000 in damage. The family was happy because we saved their house and kept the fire contained to the kitchen. The insurance company was very happy, because they would happily pay that versus the $300,000 the house was worth. Hey, that was a win win situation for us. Plus, it was my childhood dream to be a fireman at the time. Very few people get to do what they dreamed off.

Vic

Barman. Best job in the world :D

Got that beat - doing sound in a bar.

Not only do you get to drink on the job if you want, but if you do good work the talent buy you drinks.

Added bonus compared to being a barman - it ain't my responsibility to clear up puke and/or brojen glass.

ty,thats what i wanted to hear about,life takes you in different directions and your happy were you are...but...lol...if only stories...guess i am old.
my best friend has a huge fucking snake,and i will be honest....they freak me out....i have no idea why,i like critters but snakes scare the bejesus out of me.
i am a huge fan of historical re creations..so i understand that.

are you young?

maybe you can work at the zoo...if you like snakes....most dont,alot of people get them for shock value,but if you really dont mind them...good carrer path.
i hate snakes..i was in my buddies room having...well never mind,and hie=s mwife says..wheres the snake...i bolted out of there like you have no idea....snakes creeep me out.

I just turned 60, so I'd say I was in very late, late, late, late middle age. I've had a lot of jobs in my life, including the best volunteer job ever - re-enacting the life of a renaissance English peasant woman. I just retired from the worst job ever - Admin. Assistant at a major university and I'm looking for new directions - thought I'd take a stab at substitute teaching.

It's someone who unloads shit off of ships.
Wait. How is that cool at all?

Let me show you the way...my son...

First off, you pick your own schedule. For instance if I feel like working a morning shift one day...but I want to take the day off after that, yeah...I can do that. Or I can choose to work a graveyard or evening shift, etc...

Drinking on the job is pretty much assumed.

There are car ships where you simply drive cars off of a ship for 4 hours and go home...while drunk...and get paid for 8 hours.

You don't have to work the same job more than once if you don't feel like it...I could do slings one day, cars the next, drive a bomb cart the day after that or simply just be a janitor if I felt like it.

When you learn to drive gantries you work in 4 hour shifts...and get paid for 9.

In Canada, we are the lowest paid Longshoremen in North America and I get paid 31 - 75 dollars an hour CAD.

In my experience...I played Mario Bros. on the NES for 7 hours, worked for 30 minutes, took a coffee break and then went home.

It sounds like we're over paid and sometimes you might be right. But it's probably one of the most dangerous jobs on the planet. It's a heavy industry job. Heavy loads are hanging above your head all the time and people have been killed by semi-trucks just driving to work. A man had a lashing bar fall on his head and that gave him brain damage so bad he can never return to work.

I myself would never drink at the job because the danger is too high...a lot of the older guys do it, but younger guys like me aren't as dumb, I suppose.

The good is balanced out by the bad, I reckon.

Thread Over, I win.

My best job ever would have to be between hunting with my dad and working at a Christian camp that I worked at for 3 years.

I've had some cool jobs, I guess.

The lead contender I've already talked about some today. I was a costumed childrens performer. I would dress up like various characters, mostly Ninja Turtles, and then go to birthday parties and picnics, etc. It was a pretty kick ass job. I was being paid to goof off, really. And there aren't many jobs where people hug you when you show up. Some highlights-

5 year old girl asking me to marry her. "Ah, dude, it wouldn't work-you're a human, I'm a turtle...and then you'd have to deal with my brothers. And they break stuff."
After being asked to flip for like the millionth time at a walk around the more experienced Turtle was going into one of our many excuses when I said, "Nah, dude. I'm gonna flip." He broke character for a second. "Really?" "Totally." "Alright..." and so he started clearing the kids out around me ready for me to flip. "Ready? On the count of three I'm gonna flip...One...Two...Three!!!WOOWAAAWOOOHOOOOHAAAA" flailing my arms wildly "Snakesnakessnakes!...There, I flipped."
A woman following me around while I was surrounded by kids trying to get me to explain the costume. I couldn't get her to understand that she was fucking with the magic. "Whats this?" My eyes, dude. "And this?" That's my belt, doesn't everyone wear it over their shoulder? So she grabs the flap of my shell that covers my nether regions and asks, "What's this?" I put my hand down on it, "That's personal, dude." She turned beet red and I cut right and left her standing there while I went about entertaining the kids.
At a picnic there was a dunk booth with obligatory obnoxious dunkee, who when I walked by was taunting a small girl. She couldn't toss the ball hard enough to even hit the target. He laughed and told them to get her out of there. I thought this was wrong, so I picked the kid up and moved her closer to the target. Now she could hit it, but not hard enough to dunk. He repeated and intensified his taunt, she looked disappointed. So I picked her up and brought her to the target, and she pushed it. The dude was angered. He was getting back on his platform explaining that I had cheated and that wasn't allowed and on and on. I listened dutifully, and when he got back on his platform I pushed the target and re-dunked him.



I was also a projectionist for a second run movie theater for a few years. The amount of time I actually worked after I got the job down was like 45 minutes in a 6 hour day. (cleaning the projectors prevented breaks and problems-I think in the last year I had to fix maybe three broken movies, and these where old prints that had just gone through the first run theaters with negligent manager/projectionists. I was also prone to bitching about burred prints until we got new ones). I didn't really get to watch the movies because there where seven projectors but I did watch the films in snatches a lot. When I later started to take film classes it made scene analysis a lot easier.

As much as a bitch about it, being a buyer at a record store was pretty cool. I have over 2500 cds because of it (I was given promotional CDs all the time, this is actually after getting rid of over half of the stuff I was given). I was also not only given tickets to shows, but often got to meet artists. Branford Marsalis said he remembered me despite having never met me, Tony Bennett shakes hands like a gangster (like he's slipping you something)(and is really really short), and Terrance Blanchard told me the coolest story about playing for Art Blakey.

My current job is pretty cool, if a little demeaning at times. I'm a freelance production assistant for film and television. Working the reality shows is pretty suck ass, but occasionally I get to do something cool like documentaries on things like word origins (on that one I got to meet the guy who coined the term 'software' and another guy who coined the term 'blog.') And, if I'm the last PA to leave I sometimes get all the craft services that where left over. So that's pretty cool.

But I'd rather be working on my own stuff, like documentaries or narrative works whether filmed or on stage.

I was also a musician, playing jazz saxophone. That was cool but there was a point where I knew if I was going to make a living at it I was going to have to work my ever loving ass off because I didn't do it earlier when I should have. At the same time I realized that I started writing plays that where getting staged and winning awards, so I switched tracks. But I miss music and wish I had just strapped it on and did the work I needed to do, I'd love to be a musician.

Or race car driver. That would be cool, too.

i would love to be a race car driver....but then again...workin for the history channel would float my boat some

Shit.

the utter violence scared me to a frightening freeze.....i was spell bound by the horror of it..like a train wreck.

Same here.
Plus, I think those kind of fights are over fairly quickly. Especially if the bear just kind of attacked the lion out of nowhere.

it was my fault..i was a bit buzzed and my job was to keep them apart...i dozed off,and the bear wandered into the lion place,the bear actually killed 2 lions and had to be shot..my fault.

i was an intern for God once. he fired me after he heard about my phone calls from his office phone to Bush shortly before the whole Iraq thing.

coolest job i had was for a japanese performance car and offroad grey import garage as a delivery driver and valet. got to drive heavily modded imprezas, skylines, evos, supras etc. and toyota hilux and mitsi pajeros all the time. some of them were absolutely mind blowing. and the place had a huge gravel yard at the back where we'd mess about with the cars in before the boss arrived. the boss didn't like me though because i was slow at washing cars and wouldn't get my haircut so i just stopped getting shifts. was great fun while it lasted though.

edit: my dream job would probably be as a mechanic for a WRC team or as a jobbing archaeologist in Cyprus.

http://mackaytrading.co.uk/ this is a link to the garage. seems they've changed their stock some since i was there.


my friend..you have goals!

I worked at a brewery before I started teaching. I worked 4 days a week (because it was a part-time gig, supplementary) from 7 am to around 2-3:00 pm, depending on how busy a day it was. We got paid for lunches and breaks, and after being on the clock 4 hours, we could drink fresh beer on break, so luch was usually a four dollar burrito the size of your head from the taco truck downstairs and a couple of beers from the cooler--getting paid $15 an hour the whole time. Then after work, stop off at the tap room where the tour was finishing up, and have a few more before catching the bus home.

Oh, and on Fridays, we got a case to take home. Top that.

I worked at a brewery before I started teaching. I worked 4 days a week (because it was a part-time gig, supplementary) from 7 am to around 2-3:00 pm, depending on how busy a day it was. We got paid for lunches and breaks, and after being on the clock 4 hours, we could drink fresh beer on break, so luch was usually a four dollar burrito the size of your head from the taco truck downstairs and a couple of beers from the cooler--getting paid $15 an hour the whole time. Then after work, stop off at the tap room where the tour was finishing up, and have a few more before catching the bus home.

Oh, and on Fridays, we got a case to take home. Top that.

why would you give that up. you should of switched to full time and kept that job until retirement.

why would you give that up. you should of switched to full time and kept that job until retirement.

It was in San Francisco, and I had an alternate source of income that dried up--a fellowship that ran out--and the brewery job would have paid just enough to be homeless on around there. So I moved to Florida and got my teaching gig, which I love as well, but there are days, mostly when I'm buying beer, that I wonder what might have been.

my friend..you have goals!

i know this is counter intuitive,as i like nature so much...but i really want to be a heavy equipment operator,i would love to drive a big gigantic earth raper.....the dozer..but i love nature..tell me i aint conflicted.
we need t plow the land..i just dont want to hurt anything.

Working part-time as an electorate assistant to a Cabinet Minister, in NZ.
In fact, that is still current while I am at uni.

i would love to be a race car driver....but then again...workin for the history channel would float my boat some

My brother was literally on the verge of moving up into racing professionally. Unfortunately he couldn't get along with my dad, but he had a ride brewing in formula racing (I don't remember what, whatever replaced Formula Vee). We both raced Quarter Midgets and then sprint Karts and on to endurance karts. He won championships, I kept coming in %*^($%# fourth...out of like 40, but fourth still sucks.)

I occasionally work for History or Discovery Channel, once for TLC. Those are actually my favorite gigs. (well, actually, I work for producers or production companies that sell their shows to those channels.)

My brother was literally on the verge of moving up into racing professionally. Unfortunately he couldn't get along with my dad, but he had a ride brewing in formula racing (I don't remember what, whatever replaced Formula Vee).

I occasionally work for History or Discovery Channel, once for TLC. Those are actually my favorite gigs. (well, actually, I work for producers or production companies that sell their shows to those channels.)

I have to admit--your career path has topped my boastful post earlier. But not much tops the brewery.

I have to admit--your career path has topped my boastful post earlier. But not much tops the brewery.

I don't know about that. The pay is really really bad. I'm trying to get on at a special effects company and am all giddy to get slightly more than the people working at In 'n Out Burger. And really all I do on set is pick up people from the airport, carry things, fetch lunch, etc. It will get cool (when I'm not a PA anymore), but I don't know that it's going to get as cool and chill as a micro-brewery.

I have high school and after school i head straight to Raley's as a security camera man.

I do my homework, check cameras, and study.



you must be british...or english if you will

Ohh welll....
Best job...
Or worst job..
Lets take both..
The bad first..

"Bad job"
Telemarketer, Im telling you all, Even if the pay is darned good, got to love the provition, just becuse im cynical...
Its not worth it, I whoud not recomend this to any one, Its a hellhole..
Good thing for me was that my boss was a personal friend of mine, so we had a kickass time, just chillin while evryone else had troubles, God I love to see others in trouble..

"Best Job"
Artillery brings dignety to what is else a brutal slaughter- Napoleon
You see, I had to postpone my service due to studies, but its confirmed, im heading into the artillery branch of ze army..
Meaning i get to play with the biggest guns in the norwegian army, whats even better, is that I might even stay, And take the officer-school...
All in all, My time there is gonna be the best ever, specialy since my gf just left me for some sailor boy.. God dammed fucking sailors, worthless pos..:upyours:

Ohh welll....

God dammed fucking sailors, worthless pos..:upyours:

My daughter was a sailor, as was my mother, my father, my son, my brother and two of my cousins (one being a SEAL). I take exception to your statement.

My daughter was a sailor, as was my mother, my father, my son, my brother and two of my cousins (one being a SEAL). I take exception to your statement.

Why weren't you a sailor?

Ohh welll....
Best job...
Or worst job..
Lets take both..
The bad first..

"Bad job"
Telemarketer, Im telling you all, Even if the pay is darned good, got to love the provition, just becuse im cynical...
Its not worth it, I whoud not recomend this to any one, Its a hellhole..
Good thing for me was that my boss was a personal friend of mine, so we had a kickass time, just chillin while evryone else had troubles, God I love to see others in trouble..

"Best Job"
Artillery brings dignety to what is else a brutal slaughter- Napoleon
You see, I had to postpone my service due to studies, but its confirmed, im heading into the artillery branch of ze army..
Meaning i get to play with the biggest guns in the norwegian army, whats even better, is that I might even stay, And take the officer-school...
All in all, My time there is gonna be the best ever, specialy since my gf just left me for some sailor boy.. God dammed fucking sailors, worthless pos..:upyours:

Sailors are all scumbags that will steal anything that isn't tied down. Especially women.