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As I was reading the post, I grew curious about the kind of people who visit this site and thought I would ask if anyone wanted to post what they do for a living, or for a hobby, etc. I imagine many visitors are college students, are any teachers? Professors?
When I started hanging out here, I was a college student. (Business) Now I'm an academic advisor, so I'm still on campus.
pam
Father
Soon-to-be ex-husband
Mediocre artist
" author
" playwright
" singer
" actor
" hunter
" fisherman
" poet
Great baker
Good cook
Lousy Customer Service Representative (but that one pays the bills!)
Jack
Executive Assistant (for a living)
Formerly:
Manuscript editor
Program director (interfaith agency)
Theatre director (community theatre)
I am a bookkeeper for a company that sells and services dairy equipment and supplies in the mid-west, and like Jack, it's not my specialty, but it pays the bills. I am also a college student in pusuit of a degree in the English area. I will probably become a high school english teacher. I have been married for almost 4 years and I attend a United Pentecostal church. No children, but 2 cats-Pluto and Greta.
Cats! You want to know about cats???
Freddie - brown tabby Manx, charming as hell
Nora - great ball of orange-and-white fluff, total diva
ex-teacher
ex-counselor
ex-textbook salesperson
I now serve as a staff member to a 16 pound cat, Jake.
glenda-
I work for a couple of cats. The pay is lousy, and they NEVER tip!
Jack
My current feline headcount is 7. Canine is 4. Now if only the IRS would admit that they're dependents. (Of course the cats think that they're 'in-dependents.')
pam
Oh, I don't know about that, Jack. I occasionally find deposits around the house. : (
Hey......................occupations?
Amateur brain surgeon.
I'm waitingfor the seven deadly sins to go into theOlympics, when I'll be a leading contender for the gold medal.
RICK RACK
(song lyrics)
by Gerry Rafferty
Rick rack, rickety rack
See the train go along the track
When I grow up I want to be an engine driver
But if I can’t be that I’ll be a deep sea diver.
My father says that I must always work on the land
And I never disagreed when I’d see him lift his hand
Mother thinks that I should be a carpenter to trade
That I could fill my house with the things that I had made.
Rick rack, rickety rack
See the train go along the track
When I grow up I want to be an engine driver
But if I can’t be that I’ll be a deep sea diver.
I look at the skies, see the birds that can fly, and I feel like cryin’
Like a bird on the tree I just want to free so I’ll keep on tryin’.
Rick rack, rickety rack
See the train go along the track
When I grow up I want to be an engine driver
But if I can’t be that I’ll be a deep sea diver.
My brother says that I must pay attention at the school
Because I’ve never won a prize, he thinks that I’m a fool
Teacher always asks me why I look so far away
It’s just that I find nothing in the words he has to say.
Rick rack, rickety rack
I’m leaving home and I’m never coming back
I’m on my way to be an engine driver
But if I can’t be that I’ll be a deep sea diver.
I never have the answers, but always have the questions and appreciate all the help 'you all' have given me.-retired southern teacher.
KD.....were you an english teacher? high school? middle school? Tell me more.
High school English, Latin, psychology, sociology, yearbook and anything else they threw my way.
Usually post as Terry Johnson when I'm home
I am a pilot, career is air tanker, (fire fighting) check out neptuneaviation.com. Photos etc of us at work.
In the off season, I ferry older airliners all over the world.
Full time mother of 3 - aged 4, 2 1/2 and 16 weeks.
Talia, why are you so interested in the labels. It's not the label "butcher, baker, candlestick maker" but the person underneath which makes it interesting.
This forum for instance has some really neat people on it. That's what I enjoy about being a part of it. As you stay longer, you will see that each participant here brings a special flavor to the site.
Have fun with your jobs search, though. There may be a banker here, who knows? Not too many sports announcers though.
Les
Retired Sergeant, Sheriffs Dept.;
Now - Asst. Security Director,Inner City Medical Center
Hi all
Haven't posted for a while..... I'm a bush fire fighter in Australia...Superintendent.
TJ
Les,
I am not interested in the labesl at all. Often it is what a person does for a living that says something about that---often it says nothing about them. Sometimes I feel like I am an alien on this planet. I say that often because I always see someone looking at me from the corner of their eye and I can read their mind (what's up with her??!!). So I thought I might take a step and see if there are any other "aliens" like me out there. I am not demanding anything from anyone.
PRODUCTION MANAGER, (Printing) Part-time alien and English oddball
Hey, everybody, what's with HER?!
Talia,
I think that we all feel that way. (Not 'we all on eMule,' but we all in the universe!)
pam
Pam-
And WHICH universe are you talking about?
I'm a psych nurse, so no-one appears strange to me, except maybe Jack.
JP-
I'm glad I'm outstanding on SOMEBODY'S list!
Jack
Talia, I'm glad you're not demanding! Let's hear more about the aliens though. What do you think of area 51, Roswell, etc?
Les
Well, the only ones I know are this one, and the one I came from.
pam
I never feel alien anymore. Come sit by me and lets talk. heh heh heh
.................................... "I'm glad I'm outstanding on SOMEBODY'S list!"
Jack, are you kidding ?! You must be on a lot of people's list !
I was going to keep my mouth shut, but I can't resist,
these words keep coming back to me :
Great baker - Good cook
Great baker - Good cook
Great baker - Good cook
I keep thinking of Alberta Hunter:
' Now he can be knock-kneed, box-ankled
He can even have frog-eyes
But that won't make a bit of difference…
If he's ok . . . otherwise '
... otherwise, otherwise ? ... yeap, GREAT BAKER, GOOD COOK !
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ROUGH AND READY MAN
Alberta Hunter
Folks I'm looking for a worker …not you
I want an extra special kind
When I get the type of man I want
I know I'm gonna have a little time
Got to be ambitious, a man that loves to work
I don't want no man that's lazy, no man that tries to shirk
I want a two-fisted, double-jointed, rough and ready man
I want a hard working, no shirking, good and steady man
Now he can be a backwards farmer or a digger in a ditch
He can even drive a garbage wagon
Honey it don't make no difference which
Long as he's a two-fisted (oh please), double-jointed, rough and ready man
I want a hard working, no shirking, good and steady man
Now I don't have to have a fat man
And neither must he be too thin
And I sure don't want no guy
Got to get all pepped up on gin
And if he doesn't like soap and water
Don't let that worry you …we'll get along
But honey I want a man like Joe Louis
You know… a man that's big and strong
I want a two-fisted, double-jointed, rough and ready man
I want a hard working, no shirking, good and steady man
Now he can be knock-kneed, box-ankled
He can even have frog-eyes
But that won't make a bit of difference… if he's Ok… otherwise
I want a two-fisted, double-jointed, rough and ready man
I want a hard working, no shirking, good and steady man
When he snores I want the force to blow the bedclothes to the floor
And the breezes from his wheezes to knock the padlock off the door
When I come home some morning all dressed up like Esther's horse
I want him to grab me and tear all of my clothes, just to let me know who's boss
I want a two-fisted, double-jointed, rough and ready man
I want a hard working, no shirking, good and steady man
I want a man who won't let his children play with neither dog nor cat
But will drag in a skunk or a lion and say
"Here, you kids, play with that"
I want a two-fisted, double-jointed, rough and ready man
Is that clear to you? Rough and ready man
ilza-
With a couple of exceptions this fits pretty well.
I'm sure my snoring isn't THAT loud.
I don't care to be anyone's boss.
Being a hard-working, good and steady man is not enough anymore.
Ask my soon-to-be ex-wife.
Thanks for the sentiment.
Jack
Primary occupation: Juvenile Justice system, can not save them all but ,we do at least two a year.
Secondary occupation: presently creative writer for an established comic strip being carried in the Chicago Tribune and a few other eastern newspapers, ( hope to make this a primary occupation.
1. Artist...watercolors, pastels, acrylics, pen and ink
2. Poetry (at least i dabble)
3. Beaded Items and various craft items.
4. Fictional novels. ( one done and another on it's way)
5. Most anthing creative, I guess=
steve-
Your description of the juvenile justice system reminds me of a story.
One day a young man is walking along the beach.
There had been a storm the night before, so there was debris all over the beach.
The young man reaches a point of the beach where an elderly gentleman is busy throwing something in the water.
As he approaches, he notices that the beach is strewn with starfish that the storm has dragged ashore, and stranded there, soon to die in the hot sun.
The older man is throwing them back in the sea as fast as he can.
The young man says 'Hey pop, there's THOUSANDS of starfish here. What you're doing isn't going to make a difference'.
The old man, sweating and breathing heavily, pauses for a moment, looks at the starfish in his hand, then pitches it out as far as he can.
'It made a difference to THAT one'.
The young man gets the point, and starts throwing the starfish back into the ocean.
There's a poem in there somewhere.
Work on it.
Jack
Confess, dammit. The elderly gentleman was you, right?
Stephen
Stephen-
I thought it was YOU Pop!
Jack
Oh, and you were the young man?
Yeah, right.
Stephen
Stephen-
Actually, I was the starfish.
Jack
way back when: chemical engineer
then: preschool teacher
now: student (to be trained as a math/science teacher)
since last year: visitor to this wonderful site. (am glad to see that Stephen is "back in the rings"; missed his wit.)
I sometimes miss his wit too. But only when he's trying too hard.
Wit? What wit? Reminds me of the two sexually frustrated owls in the pouring rain.
Stephen
Too wet to woo.
Stephen
About the owls in the forest... the farmer upon hearing a noise near his barn yells out in the darkness... Hoot goes there?
Les