My boyfriend writes technical stuff and I study literature and arts. I'm looking for a part time job doing something stupid like working in a bar or something. That'll be fun.
I am a research assistant to a professor at my university. I do a lot of literature review, transcription of interviews, and lots of writing. I am also a student. In the spring I'll be a Peace Corps volunteer. Just thought I'd say since someone in this forum told me to "go get a job" yesterday lol
So where are you hoping to get sent? The mosquito infested jungles of guyana and ground zero for jim jones reign of terror, mozambique ravaged by an HIV/AIDS epidemic of biblical proportions, or perhaps some asiatic sinkhole of the godless Just kidding good luck Hotwater
all of those places sound fascinating **dazed pcv face** where i'm hoping is probably different from where i'll actually be sent. right now it is looking like eastern carribb., sub-saharan africa, or thailand.
I'm a diesel fitter. That means I stand at the end of the production line at a bra factory, inspect the finished products, and say, 'Deez ill fit her.' .
I am a homemaker, I used to be a cake decorator back in my paycheck days. I think it's all a bit silly.
i work in a greedy ass industry that i detest. I also write but haven't quite figured out how to make a living from that one yet.
Fruit shop for me man, some times i peel 100kg of carrots a day others 40-50, haha well some ones got to do it, ; )
Working as a Botanist for the government... but it is seasonal so in two weeks I will be unemployed and nervous.
Has the discovery channel approached you with an offer yet? If not just hire a group of mistake-ridden fuckups who can’t get along with each other amidst 20 foot waves and freezing temperatures and the money will roll in Hotwater
Only if your league is officially sanctioned by the International Gator Wrestling Association (IGWA) Hotwater
Well, more than a year has gone by and I have finally been promoted. Now I'm in charge of making sure that every single Butterfinger, Fifth Avenue or other crunchy candy bar you purchase at the checkout line is pre-crushed into a fine grit that falls all over your pants and desk when you attempt to open the package. It's a tough job working at the grocery store, but the reward of knowing I am irritating the hell out of so many people from all walks of life makes it all worth it.