I have to bitch at this…
You know, I thought that when I wrote it. “I need to take out that word,” I said. :rolleyes: See what good it did me? I spent too much time at work this day, so my mind does not work right now.
I catch birds and take a drop of their blood to see if they have things (too small to see with your bare eye) in their blood that will make you sick or dead. They get these things from a type of fly that drinks their blood. This type of fly can drink your blood too and make your skin itch.
I also make graphs of these flies to show that there are more and more of them when the days of the year are warm.
I also grind the things that let birds fly (geese, in this case) to see if we can tell the ones that were born in this state from the ones that grow up way north of here (the place that gave them their name).
I code chips for slots - the bet type where you put in coin and try your luck, win or lose. One of my strengths: I don’t spend my own coin on this vice.
[sub]Happy to have worked in ‘strengths’ to my post[/sub]
Teach.
I have two jobs. My day job is, of course, my main job. It pays more, and I will work there for the rest of my life. My night job is just for more cash on the side. I work a few shifts here and there for some quick cash.
My day job: I work with folks whose brains are not right. Folks can get sick in their brains, too, you know! So when they are too sick in their brains to live and work on their own, they come to my place of work. They say: “You who are not sick in the brain like I am - please help me learn to live and work, though sick in the brain I am. Help me find drugs to treat my brain.” I help such folks with their day to day needs: I take them to the store; I take them to see the doc; I go with them (if they want) to see their shrink; and so on. I watch if they take their drugs, and write down if they do or don’t. I can also see, through how they act and think, if they are or are not good with their plans to take their drugs. I write this down, too. Some of our sick-in-the-brain folks can’t deal with their cash, so I also help them with that.
My night job: I work at a place that makes a kind of pie. It’s a flat pie with red sauce, and meat and cheese. Know what kind of pie I mean? Good. Folks will call and say, “Please make me a pie or two or three, and bring them to my house (or church or job site).” I then take those pies to the folks. I take them in my truck, and I pay much for the gas :eek: ! But most times folks will give me a tip if I am quick with their pie and nice. If they don’t give me a tip, I call them a “stiff” (but not to their face). Of course, I also earn a by-the-hour wage at my night job, and I get a check twice a month, so I’m not broke if I make a bunch of trips and get no tips.
Wow! A farm wife! With no tots! How “old school.” I find this a breath of fresh air in an age of chips and boards and wires and screens and such. Yay for you! Do you like your job as a farm wife? Did you grow up on a farm? Please tell me more!
Hey, Hom. 
I do like my job as a farm wife, but if you had told me some years past that I would say that, I would have called you nuts. I grew up in a small town, but not on a farm. I used to write to tell folks how to use the things with screens and chips and wires, and liked my job so much. When I wed and moved to the farm, I could not find a job that was not miles too far. I thought I would be so sad, for so long.
I was shocked to find that it was nice to hang out at the house and feed the fowl and help with things. It was good to not be yelled at by a boss who was nuts and mean, and to not have to sit through times when all folks get in one room and talk and talk and talk and talk. I have no stress (or near none) now, which I did not think could be!
I will be frank: I miss the large piles of cash that I got at my old job. I miss some of those folks, and some days I miss the way I got to use my brain then. I know my new life would not make some folks glad. But now I use my brain in ways I did not have time for then, like stacks of good books and time to help folks out who need it. It is good for me. And if I am blessed with tots, I think I will be glad to stay at home with them, too.
So yes, it is good to live on the farm. But it is not for all, I think.
I take folks who have a hard time with school and help them do well. I teach them this tongue as well as math, chem (this is how we say it where I work; this is no cheat) and (try to) make sure they do not err twice in the same way.
I have, I think, as many under my care as any other like me. Some of them have worked (where I live, “worked” is but one part) far more here than I have. I think this means I am s-m-r-t.
I should say “in”. I don’t need “other”. Since I caught these and naught else did, I am safe.
[sub]Right?[/sub]
Learn. Soon, law.
So sad! You caught two, but not the third I found.
Of course, this means one of you will soon find a goof in one of my posts. I wait to hear …
My job that pays the rent has me rip, cut, tear and mill things that folks need. They must need them or they would not ask. I work for a firm that makes doors, trim and all the things that go with them.
My side job, the one I hope to have till I die, is to draw. No, I am not a quick draw guy from the old West. I draw the things that I will build. And, as well, the things that I see as cool and fun. We’ll see if this works out. I think it will. I mean, how could it not?
My eyes see straight and my hand is firm. I think the rest of the day will be spent with pen and brush in hand, with me at my blank slate, to see what I can come up with…
I make gas for your car.
I scan and I bag at a food store. I get a small wage. I want more cash. It is the best job I can get now. I can quit when high school ends for me. My job sucks!
I should not post to this thread much more. It is sort of a rule that if you post too much stuff, you will slip up and make a big mistake.
Zet. Short for her name.
Sad, but true:)
I do I-S-O stuff!
I work for a place that pays you cash when you wreck your car or burn your house down.
The folks that I work for are great. I love my job. It pays well and I get to set my own times to work.
I can be out in the field to look at the wreck or I can be here to file and fax and type and talk on the phone.
I don’t get to surf at work, though. 
If I did, I would not get the work done for I would be at the Dope all day.