I still do the same sort of stuff as the last time we did this. I won’t cheat, though, and go back and read what I wrote the last time. I’ll just go again.
I help tech folks who are good at bits and bytes. I help the sales folks who are not so good with bits and bytes make more sense of that sort of stuff. I write specs and host calls to help the sales folks. With some luck the sales folks end up with a clue on what to do when at first they had none.
One sound word game is fun. Big stuff said small is neat to say and write. I tend to make bad two sound words some times though. Do not hold it in my face to see, since I do not proof read!
When folks break their gas-based things that cut grass or things that blow snow or things that squeeze air in a tank, they bring them to a fix-it shop. The guys in the shop have a look at these things and work out what they need to fix them. That’s when they call me. I work for the place that sends parts out to all kinds of these stores. They phone me to get parts. They phone me when they don’t have a list of parts for the thing they have to fix and ask me to look up on my PC the art that breaks down the thing’s parts. They call me to get a price on one or more parts and to see if we have some in stock. They call me to check on parts they want but we don’t have. They call me to give parts back when they have more than they need or have some they bought in err, or when the guy that brought his thing in says he went out and bought the part and does not want to pay to have this guy get the part for him. There are times, too, when folks will call me and not one of these stores when they think they can cut out a step in the sales chain, but we can’t do that. Then there are times when these same folks will call just to find a store where they are when they can’t find one on their own. That I can do. Or they will call in for do-it-your-own-damn-self help of a sort that is not in my sphere of ken, so I send them to one here who can, as that’s his job. There’s more, but that’s the gist. At times it can be a lot of work, but at least I have time to surf the Dope.
I fix things in your house. Glass, Doors, Wood, in and out. I will meet with you and draw up the plans for your new space, help you make the right call on what it should look like and where things should go. I then tell the guys who do the work what to do, and make sure all the guys from the state who check up on us are cool as well. Then you pay me.
I tell the rig how to drill for oil and gas, I look at logs and try hard to not have pipe stuck in the hole. I do not like blow outs. A well that is not straight is an easy thing now with the tools at hand, and very good thing to do when the oil zone is a long way from the well head.
I can set the price of gas at your pump to be very low, to make Bush win, or make it high to make a lot of dough for me.
Argh. I’ve got a song from the film about the con man who wants to start a band and the book lady whose bro lisps, but I can’t think of a way to say which song that is. What irks more, the song or that I can’t say what song it is? I don’t know.
I write stuff, in print and on the Web, on how docs can take stem cells from your blood or from the red stuff that is in your bones and put it in some other guy or gal to make him or her not so sick from the bad cells that grow way too fast in the blood, bones, or lymph nodes.
Once or twice a year, I fly to see these sick folks and give them the stem cells they need. That makes me feel good, in spite of the jet lag.
I work for the group that finds folks who say it is fine to take some of their stem cells and give them to sick folks.
I say dumb or smart ass stuff on the air and have lots of fun; make folks laugh or cry or just watch out for snow, rain, wind and stuff; and I get paid for it! Oh, yeah, and I get to give folks lots of free stuff (shirts, discs and so on) so they like me a lot!
I get paid to find out stuff to do with times gone past. Most days I’m on the hunt through books, films and deeds, then I write it all up in a way that is clear for those who pay me to do it. In truth, I’m paid to have fun, which to me is cool.
My bad, I am not sure what you ask. I write code that runs in the switch to make the switch work. My switch is a box that sits in a rack and is linked to more than one box in that rack. Guy at his desk can link to my switch o’er the net to run a box in that rack.
Last day I worked, was very sad. We team meet, with the old folks folks, the doc, the food gal, the cash flow and where to live dame, the help you walk and move guy, the help you work gal and my boss. It was not fun, like I said. The old man has a son who thinks the sick brain place made his dad’s brain sick.
This day was more fun. Everyone poops. One dame not poop for three days. I squirt fizzy water in her and made her poop. Lots of poop. One nurse did not come to work. We all had to do her work. Poop poop poop. Then the old folks with sick brains hit me. I gave a man an ouch in his hip from a sharp shiny thing. I squirt juice in his hip. Then he was calmer. Then I gave dame a note. It said you must stay here. You would be bad for you and for more folks if you went home. I called the gal who knows the rights. She told the dame with the note she could fight to go home. Dame very very sick, she cry, she not want to fight to go home. I wrote in the chart.
I had fun all day at work when I would think how to tell my job to Straight Dope Folks. And now when I talk, it is like this! Folks ask why I sound like this!
And yes, folks’ kids are worse than folks. More trouble with folks kids than with folks, but less poop. Fair deal.
Some folks have big jets. When their jets get old, they bring them to where I work.Some want new chairs or floors or walls. Some want high tech screens and things that make songs. Some want new paint jobs. They then talk to folks that can help them choose what to do to make their jets like new. These folks draw “art” that those folks look at and choose what they want. I then take this “art” and make it a CAD file. I have to make sure that the “art” is safe and meets the laws set forth by the FAA(I think of that as three one beat words - not one three beat word). When I get done with my CAD file, the techs in the place where we keep the big jets look at my CAD file and fix the jets like what the CAD file shows.
I make maps. Once that meant “draw with a pen on a page”; now it means “sit in front of a screen, type, and move a mouse” – how sad! (save for the fact that I can thus sneak a peek at the Straight Dope when the boss is not in the room).
The best part is when I’m in the field: a walk in the hills or the woods, a talk with folks who live in this place or that one. The next best part is when I get to teach a class. The worst part is when I sit in front of the screen, type, and move a mouse. Thank Og for the Dope, or else I would go out of my mind!
I work at an X-ray place. If you break your arm, or your hip, or if you have a stone to pass, or if you have gout or if your back hurts, you come to us and get an X-ray.
We then read the X-ray and write down what we see on it. I read what they wrote and look up the right CPT and ICD9 code to use, and send those codes to Blue Cross or First Health, et al, so they can pay it. If they don’t pay it, you call me on the phone and whine and I talk to you like this, as if you are a fool, and I tell you to call Blue Cross on your own and leave me in peace. Then Blue Cross calls me and asks if we will let them pay less than what we billed them, and I laugh and say they signed a deal that says they must pay for films we take to check for thoracoabdominal dissecting aortic aneurysms. Then Blue Cross says not to use such big words, pouts and hangs up.
