OK, so what was your BEST job?

Mine was when I went from a passenger airline to a cargo airline.
It was a joy.
Just 3 guys and an airplane and go do your job and if the flight arrives 15 minutes late WHO CARES?
Folks, you have no idea how much easier cargo is.
The pallets NEVER complain.
And some of the stuff we carried was way more interesting than a lot of the passengers.
Like the time we took some of Sigfried & Roy's circus animals to Tokyo for their Far East Tour. I fed carrots to zebras, llamas, and camels on the way over.

We took thoroughbred mares in foal to Tokyo too. A horse must be born in Japan to race there. This is how the American breeders got around that xenophobic little rule. The mares would drop the foals at a stable in Japan and later we'd bring the whole family back.

So, what was your best job?

enjoying the openess of nature while worrying "How am I gonna support my family?"

I guess, maybe. Gee, I don't know.

Navy, US Navy.

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the Colonel, died of electrocution at the end of act one, smoked cigarettes and read during act two, came back for the finale...... 5 times a week and I got paid for it.

It is a take off on the Play Ten Little Indians, a murder mistery that takes place in an English Manor. All the stock characters, The female detective and mistery writer based on Agatha Christie, the engenue, the callow youth, the spoiled greedy nephew, the cockney maid and handy man, the stuffy buttler, the local Good Doctor, the Retired Colonel and my character who was discribed to me as Margaret Dumont on the bow of a ship (tits to the wind, I think , was the directors basic instruction to me). She had once been young and rich, now she was poor and wearing fashions from ten years earlier....a middle aged boozing flapper in the late 1930s, with a royal attitude...... Constantly using french phrases in the wrong context.

I got to go to Cumberland Md from florida (where I lived at the time)and spend the month of september. The cast lived in a house together. We rehearsed for one week and performed for three. When we weren't onstage we spent time in the mountains, going to red neck bars in WV and shopping at antique stores. It was glorious.

Or some such.
I remember 10 Little Indians.
I think I'm a frustrated actor.
I have terminal stage fright, but I like to "be" other people.
I'm a diehard mimic, among friends.
Do you still act?
Also, have you read "KATE (Hepburn) Remembered" by A. Scott Berg?
Fascinating.
And yes, I know exactly who Margaret Dumont was.

I do plan to go back to theater as soon as I have my evenings and summers free (finishing my last year of an education degree, elementary ed). I miss it terribly.

I do plan to go back to theater as soon as I have my evenings and summers free (finishing my last year of an education degree, elementary ed). I miss it terribly.

If you want to act, go do it. There must be a local theater company that needs another guy.

Four and a half years of straightening bent children and helping repair broken adults.

I think that I have never been as happy as when I had my hands
in plaster.

I tear up just thinking about those days.

We were helping poor people get a fair break from the law. The people I worked with were super, and the office was totally casual. It was in downtown Oakland, about the nicest place to spend lunch hours.

I got laid off when Washington cut the budget for the Legal Services Administration. Typical.

I had a temp job filing invoices and other financial documents. Everyone was impressed how fast and accurate I was. Unfortunately, I finished the job in about half the time the assignment was supposed to last. Filing is a relaxing easy job for me. It is too bad that it doesn't pay well. I probably would have got bored of it too after a while too.

When I was 16/17, my summer job was to wear the 40lb wool uniform of an 1812 British Colonial soldier, and march around a National Historic Site, Brown Bess musket in hand, in 90 degree blazing Ontario heat, for tourist photos. We were a functional military unit (Royal Newfoundland Regiment), fired cannon, did drill all day, lived in the barracks, condicted tours, and got lots of teenage tourist action for some reason ;) .

I can't believe THEY paid US!

Here's where I worked, named after a slightly different King George than we have today...

http://www.pc.gc.ca/lhn-nhs/on/fortgeorge/index_e.asp


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and now I know! Too bad I'm not a teenager. Is there any "widow bakery woman" action, do you s'pose?

an older woman who was cultivating a historically-accurate vegetable garden using all natural organic methods.

Seriously, I'm all nostalgic now--best job I ever had, and great friends in my Regiment.

I was in a big Air Conditioned builing and the only thing I had to do was stuff advertisments in newspapers. I got to read tommorrows newws before anyone else did because I worked at night. It was really cool:)

The two medical tents were on either side of the stage, which meant I got access to back stage (met the Ramones), and got access to a six-foot wide path between the mosh pit fence and the stage.

working for 4 absent-minded professors at a non-profit UFO research org funded by an eccentric billionaire. We had a large library full of interesting books on the legitimate sciences, UFO's, NDE's, religion and spirituality, skepticism, etc. I got to read a lot of them. We had 4 board meetings a year, and I got to meet some really interesting scientists, former NASA employees, current FAA employees and well-known UFO researchers. I miss it, but I am finally doing what I went to school for--the job I have now is my second favorite job, so it isn't so bad.

One summer I worked in a mail room at Michigan State Univerity. I sat in a 20x20 cinderblock room in a basement for 6 hours a day. Sorted mail for appx. 15 minutes, and spend the rest of the day reading Dragonlance books and drinking coffee in the dank comfort.

In 1990 and '91, I hosted a Saturday-afternoon oldies show on a 5,000-watt AM station in Putnam, Connecticut. The place was locally owned and operated, and the program director gave me an incredible amount of leeway in terms of what I played on the air. He even let me bring in some music from my personal collection!

Unfortunately, there was a down side to the job. The station was 60 miles from my house, the job only paid $5 an hour, and once the baseball season began, those goddamned games cut into my airtime for hours at a clip. As such, I quit after less than a year on the job.

I worked at the front desk and we had so much fun. We also had free hotel stay books and we got to travel with no charge on a room.

It was shit pay but the benefits were good.

From 8th to 12th grade. In 7th grade, my dad came to my brother and me and asked if we would like a "little motorcycle." I wasn't into motorcycles so I didn't care one way or another. Turns out what he meant was mo-ped. So he bought a mo-ped, and soon put large chickenwire baskets on the back - all the better to hold newspapers for the delivery jobs that he then made us get. :) Up every morning at 3 and back to bed at 4 delivering around 150 newspapers for my route (small town with three routes - mine had the most people). A really pleasant job that didn't take away much sleep from me, and it left my afternoons, evenings, and weekends free, and it paid better than my classmates' jobs.

Only problem was my first year in college. Every morning at three for the first semester, I would pop up straight in bed in my dorm and think, "I've got to throw newspapers." Then I would look around, realize where I was, and instantly go back to sleep.

TlalocW

Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band. Fine liberal gentlemen and ladies, all.

Perk: I worked Stage Right, which means I was on the same side of the stage as the female backup singers. Hoo, lawdy.

Wardrobe Mistress for several bands. AC/DC, Pretenders, Simple Minds, Adam Ant and several other people that I don't want to mention.

it was a production of Evita that I was in. The woman playing Evita has a quick change into her Rainbow Tour outfit and she changed right onstage behind the set. Ben got an eyeful as she stripped down to nothing but panty hose on the bottom and nothing on top. But my friends who also worked crew told me he was a gentleman and would turn around with his back to her.

I envy you! Do you sing?

You son will never forget that incident he will remember it the rest of his life. I bet that was the best part of his job that night.

My sons both worked crew for several shows. For Evita the crew dressed as Descomisados and I have the cutest pics of Ben in his costume.

Now he is all grown up and hip hop.

I remember people jumping in his pond, though it was too cold. His kitchen table was piled high with what appeared to be oregno, but there were no Italians in sight. He used to play down at the Palace down off Woodward avenue. Can't remember the town. This was during the time when Alice Cooper lived in Pontiac.

Wasn't Lake Orion Bob's home.

I lived in the Cass corridor at the time, driving hack for American Cab. That was my best job. It was dangerous, but interesting.

Some of the MC5 lived in the apartment house next to the (Wayne State) mortuary science bldg. I lived across from them. Lived with the Dogs when they moved into the Boones Farm Commune house. did some roadie work with them. Remember Lightnin Hopkins, Sonny Terry and Brownie McGee used to party across the street from the commune.

Detroit rocked.

when i was in college..
for a dentist while he went away for vacation...
i would go to his house every afternoon for a couple of hours..
feed his dogs & toss a rope around the yard for them to chase after & clean up their poop..
pretty pathetic, my best job: shit cleaner

:hi:

Some of the teen-age jobs reminded me of my second best.
Lawn mowing.
My only experience as an "independent businessman".
Had a dozen or so customers. Most were business/professional people at work during the day, so I didn't have anyone breathing down my neck. In the south it was almost a year round job. I could decide when I wanted to work. The pay was decent. My work uniform was usually a pair of cutoffs and sneakers. I had a nice tan most of the year and the physical labor kept me pretty trim.

Which is VP/GC of a public entertainment company. I feel very, very fortunate, and very, very grateful.

DTH

as Kato Kaelin put it so well, "Sometimes you have to play parcheesi when you don't really want to play parcheesi"

Modeling was also a breeze (all I ever had to do was show up with my genes and change clothes), but I really could feel my brain atrophy in that enviroment

:loveya: Vollunteering is always the best .

I also Vollunteered with ARF (Animal Rescue Foundation)
That was fun too

They were like Tupperware parties, but the wares were much different: vibrators, massage oils, lingerie, novelties. I would stand in front of a group of women in someone's living room, talk about each item, and pass it around. There were occasional co-ed parties as well. It was a blast!

Actually, that was probably only my second best job; my best job was writing for a local rock magazine. It didn't pay much, but the lifestyle and the perks were great.

I couldn't imagine doing that. The presenter said everything with such enthusiasm. If I were to do it, I would probably turn red, start laughing, or even worse, have a panic attack.

I got to help change the world. I got to live in the best city in the world for six years. I worked with British soldiers, French soldiers and German civilians. I went to the first (and last!) Christmas party the Soviet brigade in Berlin ever held.

Hello from Berlin
:hi:
Henry

The kids really are hilarious and we always have a good time. (even if it is a tad stressful)

Sigh.

all sorts of kewl stuff to look at and sell.

One time a customer walked in said I'm doing my Christmas shopping in ten minutes and want one of those and one of those and one of those and three of th ose...he damn near cleaned out the store.

for the municipality (can't remember if it was city or county). What a great seasonal job! Work outside all day. Get carted around in a truck and let off at various spots on the grid. Paint your quota yellow. Get picked up at the quit hour. Tease the living crap out of one another, all political stripes.

Of course, I was 19, and a hell of a lot more tolerant then.

I got to watch cable, read, enjoyed AC in summer, heat in the winter, and got the opportunity to talk to some really incredibly stupid people. I started getting good at comedic replies because the lines I was being fed were too good to leave by the wayside. Of course, I was given lectures by my managers but I never worried about being fired as nobody wanted these hours (including week-ends). I also stopped a suicide and no patient ever died while I was trying to get hold of a doctor. The service moved. I miss it despite the inconvenient hours and the lack of sleep. I gotta write a book.

Miami ViceB-)
Lotsa Foreign Wo-men!:bounce:
And..."it snowed every day":smoke:

In a lot of other people's opinions, my coolest job involved travelling to and staying in luxury hotels all over the world, staying for a few weeks, a month or so, then moving on.

I was able to see some incredible places.

In my opinion, my best job is one of the 3 that I have now. I spend my weekends gathering the spoken history of three Native American tribes of the Pacific Northwest and compiling them into written record for the FBIA.

I worked in for part of one summer was awesome.

We sold Catalina, Morgan, and Capri sailboats. the boats would come in on semitrailer and we would have to completely outfit them. It was a great learning experience, and there was nothing like sitting in a bosun's seat 80 feet over the waterline on a nice summer day in Chicago.

There are some interesting stories from this job about fools and their money.

Later,
JM

At first I thought this was a drug related response and then...
Oh my.
;-)

I was only being truthful. :evilgrin:

I can handle it, big boy.
;-)