If you can’t ski, I can show you how.
I talk on the phone, too. If you buy our thing and crash your car, we buy you a new one. If your house burns down, you can get a new one if you buy our stuff. I sell peace of mind. lots of folks don’t like me. They yell. We cost a lot. But, your life would suck if you don’t have our stuff when you need it.
I test the lights and fix them if they are bad on small jet planes. The plane type has two things the same at each end with a 3 in found 'tween them. The two things are more than six but less than eight. I have worked on the planes with a four and a five and the one that is the same three times in a row. There is a good chance that if you have flown, you have flown on one of these planes. It is the fave plane of all planes built in the jet age.
I weld steel to make big trucks.
I crack a whip.
I mull how to make a good map of how folks swap stuff, work, lend, pay, get paid and strive for joy (or toil in vain). Then I write it down in a way that it all these things add up to what we think we know they add up to. All this is done to a fine grind of types of folk and firm: by what they do, where they are and what they own. Then I try to find a way to show how a shock - a change of mind by our own boss (or if you like, guide), or a change in the state of the world - might drip through to the world as folks feel it. Then I hint in print if its bad or good and why.
When folks who work for firms write stuff in French and then need to have the same stuff in my tongue, they pay me to write down in my tongue what they wrote in French in the first place.
From time to time, I’ll be asked to take a text and find stuff that they wrote wrong, too.
I should have said that I spend most of my time right now at school. I am in the midst of my work to get a sheep skin that proves I can do this stuff right.
I run a lab and teach kids things. We smash up fruit flies by the score to learn things about their genes. We have strange flies with curled up wings, and flies with eyes that glow bright green.
I teach math at Oak Ridge High. Nice kids.
I drill for oil. On a rig. It’s a long way to work, it takes two days to get there.
I do lots of dull stuff for the folks at my work. (We can build a big steel box for those who need a place to do their job, or just buy big stuff to help make cars and put it in the right place on the line.) I get the mail, send the mail, pay the bills, get the checks, go to the bank, and type most of the stuff for most of them. I type, I talk, I fax - sounds fun, eh? I am one to their nine. 
To be true, I wear five “hats” at my job. I help the Big Cheese (I go to the store for him to buy lunch or grape juice or Coke), the gal who does the books, the guy who buys stuff, the guy who sells stuff, and I pick up the phone. I am their slave.
I want to quit and work with my spouse! I can make twice my pay if I get a job there! They may not like that, though. He needs to ask. If I can, we can buy a new car and a nice big house for us!
(Wow! This has been lots of fun. You must work your brain hard to make this work! I hope I did not mess up - you will tell me if I did, though. Not a thing gets buy you all.)
I teach folks on stars and more stuff in space, all in a big dome. I have the same job as that guy on South Park once, but I can say the sound “T” in the name of the place I work, with ease.
Once in a while I help fix the stuff that puts nice scenes up there, and work on the web site.
I love my work.
Actually, if you’re referrring to hawthorne’s use of the word “toil,” which you seem to be, it might interest you to know that a diphthong like this is, by definition, pronounced as a single syllable.
I’m a nurse.
Most days, I help new moms with their new kids. I check the mom and then I check the kid. I give mom pain meds and teach her what to do for her new kid. I chart what they do and how they feel for the mom doc and the kid doc. I watch for odd stuff and tell on them if they do odd stuff. I draw blood on mom or kid if the doc wants it. I teach the new mom and dad a LOT of stuff.
Some days I help the doc get the new kid out of mom.
I read. I write. I do all sorts of nerd stuff for grades. I call those in charge “Sir” or “Ma’am” or just “Prof.”
Sleep? Not too much. Work is too great a part of my day. The ends of the week are spent in catch up mode for the rest, to not get too far back.
I have a part time job for spare cash and rent. I set up tech for use in class time, so that kids can do shows with Word and the rest of the apps made by that guy Bill Gates.
I am done in May, and need to get a real job. I am scared and stressed and poor. Can you help me out? (Bro, can you spare a dime?)
I see folks who are sick. I try to tell them how they can feel less sick. They may need to take pills, may need to be cut, may have a cut which needs a stitch, may need to cut down on things they do in their life that make them sick – smoke less, eat less fat and fast food, spend more time at the gym and so forth. Some folks are more sick. They may need a big shock to the heart, a tube in their chest, a tube down their throat, strong pills or to stay for some time on the ward.
Err, did you mean “June” ? Or fire? 
Bzzzzzzt!!
I don’t work. I go to the place where you learn things each time the stars set. I sit in a room with many others, and learn stuff. It’s often very dull. I also eat lunch, and skip class to set up sound stuff.