The Working Man Thread - Page 4

You'll need an artist to capture the apocalypse in 2D for all posterity, for the generations unborn, and the mutations yet to come.

And, Doc... I AM THAT MAN! (cue choir of angels, dramatic music)

Nice work Tim. Good idea to network before the oncoming apocalypse.

I always carry my Zombie Survival Guide (not that it isn't committed to memory at this point), and on weekends I shed my commercial baggage and roam the forest with nothing but a pocket knife. I'll be our Locke.

I market coordination. or I coordinate marketing.. my job title sucks.

I basically handle the marketing for over 400 independent pharmacies. From graphic design to setting up printing jobs and diabetic screenings and anything a pharmacist might want to do for his/her store.

After the end of the world you're all welcome to Ratty, Tieman, & Ed's post-apocalyptic Drive-in where we show a loop of all three movies based off I Am Legend every Friday at Midnight (although if you show up late you will be fed to the man-eating slurpee machine)

Come in early and you'll get to enjoy our world class Chicken fingers. Actual human fingers bread and fried to a rich golden brown and served with our various dipping sauces.

Blood, semen, and puss.

And how.

I take back what I said in the "Chewers I'd Like to Get High With" thread about Tieman; he's still welcome at any session I'm blazin' up at, but he can no longer, under any circumstances, do the cooking.

And it could be worse, folks. At least he didn't propose putting sliced hot dogs in the tomato sauce.

Wait a minute. Cooking while high? This sounds like a bad idea.

What the hell happened to this thread?

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!

I am an absolute cooking badass when high.

Who the hell wants to talk about their job?

Exactly. Fuck that noise. Let's get back to more important things.

To the Official Alcoholism Thread!

We could list the best, most favoritest jobs we've ever had; MIne's a toss up. It's either sales clerk in a B. Dalton bookstore my senior year in High School. Paid dirt money (I started at $3.91 an hour back in 87), but the freebies and that fat employee discount more than made up for it. The fact that my best friend at the time worked there as well made it that much cooler. Or else it's my 2 summers between law school semesters interning at the Hudson County Prosecutor's office. The whole reason I went to law School was to work as a prosecutor in that very office. So just being there used to give me an occasional attack of the smiles, because I was just a step away from my dream career. I got to work on really cool stuff, too. There's a reported decision in a death penalty case I worked on where they quote one of my briefs (I get no credit because I wasn't yet a lawyer, but I wrote the whole damned thing, and the only editing the homicide division head did was to add 2 commas; for a first year law student, there's nothing better). So let's hear it; what were your favorite jobs?

Every time I see this thread title, I think of The Jerk.

"Lord loves a working man. Don't trust whitey. See a doctor to get rid of it."

I worked in a factory for almost 15 years....in 2.5 weeks I go to school to earn a Corrections Officer certificate...I'm 37, scared and 5'7"....oh well...
Apparently, starting pay in an Alberta Federal prison is $82,000.

Look on the bright side, you'll lose your virginity awfully quick.

Favorite job?

I have two:

1) Working for the housing department at the university I attended. During the summer me and three other guys were responsible for going around to every dorm room on campus and setting up the rooms for the students moving into the rooms in the fall. This involved setting up all the beds as bunks, lofts, etc. It was completely mindless, paid decently for a college job, provided a daily source of exercise, and me and my coworkers were stoned out of our minds for pretty much the entire day, every day, for the whole summer (one of the reasons I was so disappointed with Super High Me, but that's for another thread). It was just a really fun & mellow summer, full of crazy stories that will never be replicated. Ah memories (or the lack thereof).

2) I worked every Saturday for ten years at a little independent record store. We sold used CD's & DVD's along with new product. I can say without a doubt that this job was a huge reason why I am the film lover that I am today. The number of independent and hard to find DVD's that trickled through that store over that decade, not to mention all the mainstream titles I picked up for super cheap, really helped me to watch so many different sorts of films without breaking the bank in the time before Netflix.

Hey! I'll be a guard, not an inmate.... there's a no-anal clause...I was assured, I WAS ASSURED!

Don't worry, Canadian inmates are much more polite than American ones. They'll still rape you, but they'll apologize afterward.

"Look, you're the hottest piece of ass in this place eh, it could've been Crusty Bob buddy, just be glad it was me."

Hey, freelance art is all about networking, son.

Favorite job is the one I have now - low stress, decent pay, and I get to work from home (like today). The daily commute's a bear, and our on-site manager is a self-important dolt on his way to his first ulcer, but all-in-all, being an Art Director rocks.

Runner-up was the holographer/graphic artist job - five years with a great bunch of folks. Stress was unbelievable, though. Cool thing is my artwork has gone global (for example, look at your drivers license or passport. If it's got a hologram on it, you're welcome), and I got to live a couple of James Bond/Jack Ryan fantasies (I was a civilian advisor for a Secret Service project).

Worst job was definitely groundskeeper/janitor at Great Adventure. I did that for three years, so I definitely have masochistic tendencies, and a hell of a lot of war stories.

Plus, you get a snazzy uniform, and government supplied transportation!