I help my boss and his staff. I read stuff, type stuff, send stuff, say stuff. I’m like a clerk. With M4d geek skillz.
My friend **sturm ** - No can do as I do not have ways to see, touch or change your bucks. Best that way as I don’t need bond from Feds. Yet still, the Eff, Bee and Eye think I am a cool dude and said as much in their odd words.
You thought I joked when I said that I say no all day long?
Oh, my. That is too bad. I dealt with poop this day as well, but not all day, thank god. I learned that one nurse took drugs that were not her’s and used them. She is gone now, soon to be in jail. Bad nurse! Big news! Weird day at work.
I like this-too much. I thought like this all day. How odd. Now I talk like this. Eek.
I work in a drug lab. I test old drugs, to see if they are still safe, and I test new drugs, to make sure they are safe to sell. It is not as fun as it sounds. It is the same, all days.
One Nurse this day did not come to work. She did not call and say she would not be there. She did this last week. She did this two weeks back. Still she has job. Boss has lists, nurse do lists. Nurse go to meet folks who hire and fire. She did not work for three months, but works now, when she comes. A nurse who did work this day saw the boss. Boss talk to this nurse. “You call in sick too much. Four times this year!” Four time sick nurse not glad. This day we have five nurse, not six. We have much poop. We get hit. The team does meet.
We think we should not call. We should not go to work. Call boss, be sick, then boss call us to talk and give heck. We would like a nice list and to meet the folks that hire and fire. Can only work day shift. Not to get tired. not to have stress. But no, we call the boss, we go to work.
Not all the poop at work is from the old folks. Much is from up high.
Were the drugs the bad nurse took the kind you lock with a key and write down on a list.? The folks that give out pills from a big room with lots of shelf are too right all the time about our pills you lock with a key. They check all the time. They have the most dumb rules I saw in eight years.
How do I get Glee’s job?
I yell at kids in the mall. If they steal and run, I chase. I am bored much of the time. I hope I can quit soon.
Very fun thread! I grow plants, lots and lots of plants, good ones, too, for birds and bees and the nice bugs with big wings. I get to teach folks who come there to put plants in the ground and make life at their house green. We send our plants out to folks all over the place, and it makes them very happy, since our plants are big and grow well.
I get to lead folks to where there are plants in the woods and tell about them: it’s nice to share what I know. Just now have folks ask me to come and tell them what I know at their place, with big groups. Scary at first, but now fun!
I also study herbs that help a body to heal. I love this a whole lot, like the chems of it, and it’s good to see how the ways that plants get by in the world makes much sense in our body too.
So near, yet so far.
I teach kids how to read and write.
Yes, this is the best job in the World for me. The kids like to learn what I teach.
There are no jobs just like mine in the UK, so you will have to wait till I go. I got this one by many things:
- play chess well
- teach chess well
- know how to run chess team
- know lots of men who know chess
(and same for D+D / Civ)
I make Army good. I keep men in war. I tell them they can do it. They can feel fear of war. That is ok. The team need you to stay. You can go home when the team can go home.
I also work with info. You can get on the LAN if you tell me what you did when you were on the LAN the last time. Can you log in? If not call me and I will fix it. Are you on the net? I can help here too.
I teach men* to live in war. I teach men to save lives. I teach men to "Be all they can be.
*I have no females in my squad, so this is a fact, not a Politcally incorrect statement
Sgt Schwartz
True, that.
Yes, the drugs were not just locked with a key, but also tracked by the folks who store the meds. They keep lots and lots of notes for years. They go back in these notes and find stuff. They keep the meds in a place made from tubes, which beeps and asks for prints from all who use it. Bad, dumb nurse. No way nurse could do this and no one know.
I grow plants for fun. I like to help kids read and write. My sons like chess. They are good at it. I am not so good, but like it, too. I like to help folks find books they will like or things they need to know. I don’t use drugs like bad nurse. I like this thread a bunch. It is fun to read. It is read with ease. Thank you for thread!
I teach math to high school kids. They add and do stuff and take tests and I grade their work. (There are few math words that fit what I do and fit this game as well.) I tell them to pull up their pants that sag down low and they say “Don’t wrap me up!”
I’m in charge of a jail. I watch the guards and tell them what to do. I watch the cons to make sure they don’t do wrong (like the last post, I tell them when their pants sag too low). I walk a lot to see things. I write a lot of the time.
Am at a loss here… wha s’up?
Since I got buzzed on my last entry (apparently job titles are counted, too, though nothing in the rules explicitly requires this), I’ll try again:
Folks call me on the phone and I book flights for those who hold charge cards and wish to turn in their points earned.
At my last job I ran tests for those things that spit out pulp-based sheets with ink on them. The name of the firm for whom I worked was H P.
I grade tests at home. I get paid to read! I write stuff for cash, too.
I talk on the phone and sell glass. My glass is like a thread. It will poke you. You will itch. But it is not pink. You do not put it near the roof. You do not buy my glass at all if you are just a dude with a house or a boat. But I will chat with you on the phone since I am bored.
Last year I made lots of sales and I got a new chair!
I am like a judge, but my job name is a bit more long [“longer,” but that’s two syllables - and “magistrate” is three!]. Folks file a law suit, come to my court and tell me what’s wrong. I hear them, look up the law (when I must) and write what they should do next. Most times they do that; now and then they don’t like what I write and say so. And, too, I see folks who may have done crimes or caused grief, and say who should go to jail, who should pay a fine and who should do work to make up for the bad things they did. Some folks, of course, have done no wrong at all, and I say that too, if so. I like my job a lot, and have done it for more than five years now. I get to use words that are more long when I am in court, though, which is a bit less of a pain to do. 
I build art with clay. I form earth.
I slice, wedge, beat, slam, cut, roll, spray, join, form, smooth, dry, fire and glaze the clay. I do not use a wheel to spin, press and lift, like some. I like to form it with just my hands and tools. I make pots and such. Plus, I sculpt men of Greek myth.
One such is the dude whose dad made wings for him and he flew too close to the sun. He hangs from a wire in my den. The one I made last is a youth who is half boy and half horse with black and white stripes. Last fall, I made the large god of the sun who once stood at the bay of the Isle of Rhodes, then fell to the sea in a quake. It was a gift for my son who came back from the war. I plan to do the nymph who chose to be turned to a tree, when she did not want love from a sun god.