It was hell in winter
Posted on 05/06/2010 12:18:50 PM PDT by JoeProBono
With summer right around the corner, now is the time to accept those job and internship offers you’ve been working on since September. For those of you slackers who enjoyed the spring but gave no thought to the summer, these are the top five jobs to avoid after arriving home.
5. Communications specialist for cutlery products (aka telemarketer)
Do you think you could deal with all the annoyed people on the other side of the phone as you try to sell a boatload of products made in a massive warehouse in China? Didn’t think so. The only upside is the fact that you can either work from home or in an air-conditioned office.
4. Zookeeper
If you want to know where all that food a hippo eats goes, you’ll find out while working at the zoo. Besides cleaning up bird poo, horse poo, giraffe poo and hippo poo, you have to deal with the fact that you’re in the hot sun with whiny kids, annoying parents and the ever-present stench of animals. But all the same — if you love dogs, what’s to say you wouldn’t feel bad after cleaning up Mr. Hippo’s big lunch?
3. Working at a T-shirt shop on the Jersey Shore
If this is your job, you might as well say “just my luck” and buy as much Ed Hardy gear as possible. Try to get a job that’s at least somewhat dignified instead of just something to pay your gym, tan and laundry bills. If not, you can at least spend it on that new 24-pack of hair gel or a tanning bed for your living room.
2. Fry cook
If you dread saying “May I take your order” this summer, avoid entering the fast-food industry. The “McJob” might start to take over your life. Whether you’re working at Burger King, Dairy Queen, McDonald’s or even Kimmel Food Court, keep in mind that the customer is always right. That hamburger did have a hair in it, no matter what you say.
1. Wal-Mart cashier
As Paris Hilton once said, “Wal-Mart … do they, like, make walls there?” But this is coming from a celebrity known for having an awesome “summer job” — doing nothing. Being a cashier for America’s largest publicly-owned corporation is rough. A full 70 percent of employees leave within their first year. This kind of work will make your think twice about starting your impressive resume late.
I once had a job collecting urine from sick rams. We’d give the rams some chemical, they would get very sick, and then excrete some cancer fighting drug in their urine.
But those ‘spigots’ didn’t come with valves...
Thanks for the laugh...when hubby and I first became farmers and knowing very little about honey dippin, we were told by the guy that if we lifted the lid before he got there it was 10 dollars off the cost....we didn’t know enought not to stand down wind...never made that mistake again....
It was hell in winter
But we could bale to the weight we wanted if they were becoming too heavy...
not that strong anymore, have trouble with 40 pound bags of dog food..but goat farming was 20 years ago... GG
There is no proper defense of your position. Nor of anyone who needs to call in for back-up to taunt. Meh.
ROTFLMSS They don’t call them rams for nothing...those rams can kill you quick....at least the BIG ones.
I'd like to see anybody try to beat that.
... 7,000 away from home ...
IMHO, your darling hubby wins.
Thank him for us. My screen gets kinda blurry thinking about the husbands, sons, brothers, dads (daughters and sisters, too) over there protecting us ...
No one can beat your husband. He is the best we have. Hope your family is reunited soon....GG
I used to treeplant. Good money, hard work. 10 cents a tree, and I think my best was 2000 in a day. :)
I once hauled bingo work to an illegal janitor at night.
BTDT. Reading your tale brought the taste of drywall dust to my mouth.
Aluminum smelting plant, punch press right next to the blast furnace August, hot, hot, hot August. The entire summer was a nightmare. I couldn’t wait to go to college.
I wondered why all the older punch press operators were missing fingers. They were just trying to break up the monotony.
I certainly can't beat that today...but between 1966 and 1969, I could at least equal it.
Living out in the jungle...sometimes if lucky in a sandbagged hootch, eating local produce (with the ever present threat of dysentary) and C-rats, humidity of 100%, temp of 96 to 98 degrees, constant rain for 6 months at a time, mold, bad water, no mail of any kind (we never even heard of "e-mail"), flak jackets (if the First Shirt or CO was around), jungle boots, a buddy you didn't know if you could trust, jungle rot, and for us E-1s, a total of $37 every two weeks that was lost within a day or two of payday in various and sundry poker games.
So...thank him for his service from all of us....but especially from us vets. Tell him we know a bit about what he's going through.
Horizontal jack hammering in the Virgin Islands. Made the Heinekens something special after work though.
Read a JPB thread????!!!
I came for the pictures. ;-]
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