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what has been your favorite job to work at in your life ??
and if you would like to, relate your most memorable or funny experience while working at that occupation.... mine was a taxi driver...and i got plenty of stories on that... but please, y'all go first...K.... |
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20,000 engineers at my company and I was the only one to volunteer
to go learn about this new thing..computers. Circa 1970. So they sent me to Princeton to learn form a Nobel Prize winner all about programming, so that I could return to the phone company (yes, the original Ma Bell) and teach the vast numbers of engineers how to use the computer. Who were ALL men. Long-in-place males. So, I would go to a different location, they would come to learn regionally, and I would teach in groups of about 30 per region. So, there I am, all blonde, wearing boots that went on forever, mini-skirts and angora sweaters (this still males me laugh) and I would begin setting up the conference room, you know, pencils, paper, etc. Inevitably, as they began to wander in, they would say things like, "Hey sweetheart, I'll have my coffee black" or "What are YOU doing later" always assuming I was the honcho's secretary or..something. I would just smile, mark down their coffee preferences and continue to lay out materials. Soon they were all gathered so I would shut the door. "Welcome" I would say... "Now who wants to run along down to the cafeteria and get us all coffee so we might begin?" Mouths would drop open, mind-shifts would take place. Someone would finally offer, and we would wait, usually in silence, until the runner returned. I still can see the looks on their faces. The loud-mouths I really made learn :-) Ahhhh, the good old days.. |
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Mine was when I was a model, everything was free basically....travel, food, accomodation...but that was not the life I wanted.
The other was when I was the Development Manager in a large group of companies. |
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unknown_romeo
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20,000 engineers at my company and I was the only one to volunteer to go learn about this new thing..computers. Circa 1970. So they sent me to Princeton to learn form a Nobel Prize winner all about programming, so that I could return to the phone company (yes, the original Ma Bell) and teach the vast numbers of engineers how to use the computer. Who were ALL men. Long-in-place males. So, I would go to a different location, they would come to learn regionally, and I would teach in groups of about 30 per region. So, there I am, all blonde, wearing boots that went on forever, mini-skirts and angora sweaters (this still males me laugh) and I would begin setting up the conference room, you know, pencils, paper, etc. Inevitably, as they began to wander in, they would say things like, "Hey sweetheart, I'll have my coffee black" or "What are YOU doing later" always assuming I was the honcho's secretary or..something. I would just smile, mark down their coffee preferences and continue to lay out materials. Soon they were all gathered so I would shut the door. "Welcome" I would say... "Now who wants to run along down to the cafeteria and get us all coffee so we might begin?" Mouths would drop open, mind-shifts would take place. Someone would finally offer, and we would wait, usually in silence, until the runner returned. I still can see the looks on their faces. The loud-mouths I really made learn :-) Ahhhh, the good old days.. I always wondered what the 70s was like...I only have memories starting from the 80s... You must have literally seen the world change |
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Advertising consultant.
Broadcast TV and radio... Lots of fun... But |
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Being an ESL teacher in SoKo.
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I always wondered what the 70s was like...I only have memories starting from the 80s... You must have literally seen the world change And the 50's and the 60's :-) |
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I always wondered what the 70s was like...I only have memories starting from the 80s... You must have literally seen the world change And the 50's and the 60's :-) If you could go back and live in any decade, which one would it be? |
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when I worked with the elderly, I loved hearing their stories. who needs history books when you can talk to someone who has firsthand knowledge.
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when I worked with the elderly, I loved hearing their stories. who needs history books when you can talk to someone who has firsthand knowledge. That is why I talk to myself at times that's great. it means you're never bored |
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when I worked with the elderly, I loved hearing their stories. who needs history books when you can talk to someone who has firsthand knowledge. That is why I talk to myself at times |
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My current job as Psychologist and counsellor
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Seamstress... Love my job...in the beginning I was just working from my home...I got a connection making strippers they're cute little easy remove clothes...My dad was sitting on the couch reading the paper...two local girl strippers came by..had to measure them...lol...one gal maybe 110lbs wet...the other...280+....needed two tape measures to get her hips...when they left the look on my dads face was to die for...lmao
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Love counselling
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Being a pharmacy staff is not always easy. But the rewarding part is when customers thank you/us with smiles for being so patient with their needs.
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My hat's off to you Soufie! If I only had a hat. Them were the days. My memories only stretch back to the 60's though.
Favorite job: gas station attendant. The pay sucked, but oh man, what interesting people came through! And I survived a holdup to boot, lol. |
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Being a mom...the hardest most rewarding job ever!
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Being a mom...the hardest most rewarding job ever! Really appreciate your efforts mom to two sons.... Salute to you... Kiss on your forehead |
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If you could go back and live in any decade, which one would it be? Are you kidding? The 50's, of course. Life was so simple then, America was busy getting jobs and building housing, the American Dream was just within grasp. You knew all your neighbors, and not a psycho among them. You played outside in the streets after dark and knew everyone's yard. Everyone was busy, and optimistic and you needn't lock your doors at night. No internet (and barely TV) so you had to talk and interact with people, dinners, parties, coffee circles. It's like a fairy tale, now. |
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My hat's off to you Soufie! If I only had a hat. Them were the days. My memories only stretch back to the 60's though. Favorite job: gas station attendant. The pay sucked, but oh man, what interesting people came through! And I survived a holdup to boot, lol. What did you do with the loot? (I am kidding :-) Ya, you actually got to talk to and know the customers, right? I remember gas wars in Oakland, in the 60's. They could only go as low as 11cents a gallon because that was the fed tax on it :-) |
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