Peace, most of have had a job at one point or another. i just would like to know what you think about jobs. your best/ worst,etc. i dont care for the job i have because i am constantly being harassed by some of my co workers. they try to get me in trouble and as i talk to my good co workers i called them Ankle Bitters. i really would like a job working around positive people, history. im not a sell out. i just got a job to take myself and travel and as they say a journey of one thousand miles begins with a single step. i just want to do something i actually like. i dont plan on working all through school. after i save up enough to buy another 57 for parts i will quite working and focus more on my character and school. thats my plan anyway. i am open for suggestions. later the over worked, tired flower child
The worst was sorting tiny pieces of coal into separate containers for what I assumed were anthracite and bituminous, unsing a tweezers. The best was my second postdoc position, where I was hired as an organic chemist who was familiar with computer programming to do artificial intelligence research in the automated solution of total synthesis problems. Within 6 months, I was promoted with a [50%]* raise and was regarded as a computer scientist who knew organic chemistry. I had this job from 1981 to 1988 (and traveled to the UK and Hawaii for presentations) and from 1998 to 2002 (with travel to Spain and the UK). The only problem was that I had to move to Baltimore both times to find work when the grant money ran out (Kodak sued by Polaroid and NASA challenged by the Challenger disaster; Smithkline taken over by Glaxo), because very few employers on LI or NYC are open to hiring a programmer without a degree in CS. (Given the ads I've seen, many such employers are clueless. What reputable CS Dept. will train people in COBOL, RPG, or VB???) * Oops! My memory is failing. He wanted to give me a 50% raise, but the university's max at one time was 33.3%, so he made up for it with substantial periodic raises after that. By the time I left the first time, I was making half-time (to conserve funding) almost what I had made full-time at the start. When I was invited back, I was offered almost double my last full-time salary and left at more than double. Plus I got to keep this computer, a laptop, an all-in-one printer, and an external (USB) CD-RW drive.
worst job for me bro wuz working in thatchers britain on a yts =youth training scheme. smashing rocks on a dissused railway for a pittance . remember saying to a mate "can/t remember going to court " how i dippise that tory evil twat" man ...../peace/
Oh yeah, I almost forgot the "hippie" part! The last grad student on the project (who had been hired by Smithkline and gotten us the contract) left behind a sofa "slipcovered" with comforters to camouflage its flouting of university policy, so my office doubled as a crash pad during the time I was still commuting most weekends. After a long night of hacking, web-surfing, and playing, I often didn't feel like driving back to the room I was renting, so I just fell out in the lab. (Of course, one morning I woke up with charley-horses so bad I had to crawl to my desk until they eased out!)
my best job was working for the ymca. the pay was lousy and my coworkers ignorant, but the kids were the best and i had the most fun. i had a little girl in summer camp that i taught how to swim, as a result of her success she went from being clingy and extremely shy to outgoing & confident - i sometimes like to think maybe i changed her life a little.
My first job was my BEST. I worked at an Italian restaurant, and they provided two meals per shift! AND had a Deli! Yum!! Small wonder I'm not 160 pounds today.
I did that too, not as my first job (which was in a W.T. Grant's Skillet Restaurant), but a few years later. When I was doing short-order cooking, we all used to snack out of the banana peppers and fight over who got the cayenne from the 5-gallon can of dill pickles. I even learned to like liver there: rare and smothered with fried onions and gravy. It's changed hands a couple times since from the "Mafia" family that owned it when I worked there, but the last time I was there a few years ago, you could still get a mini steak sandwich or 3 fried pierogies for 99¢. I worked there 7 days a week at one time for $2.00 an hour. When I started early, I'd usually stick around afterward for the after-7 special of 19¢ Rolling Rock ponies, which I once tried with different flavors of fountain syrup to see which were as good as Malt Duck!
Probabaly my best job was cooking at a mission in Duluth we served about 300 meals a day breakfast, lunch and supper and all kinds of people came street folk, old folk and whole families we even had highchairs for babies. I met a lot of good people there alot of travelers and train riders etc. We had a food shelf too and making up food baskets use to make my day, because I made sure there was some good stuff in em. Alot of the street drunks knew too that they could come to me for a couple bucks if they were feelin particularly ruff and shaky. No preaching there I'm not christian anyway, just helping out is what the place was all about. Love everyone, feed everyone, serve everyone. That was back in the 80s, I hope the place has'nt changed.
Josh, I want to tell you to follow your dream and the things that you like, but it is hard to do that when you are so young. However, when I was your age, I worked in record store/head shoppe, and had a blast. The pay was awful (it was the 70s, and they thought it was fine to pay a chick 25 cents less an hour than the dudes doing the same thing) but I got a discount on records and head supplies and had such a good time. As an adult, I wanted to do a lot of things. Almost went into medicine, which I still think I would be good at, but I don't have the money or stamina now, at my age, to go through med school. I work as a Lactation Consultant, I work on my own, no boss but me. Again, the money isn't great (I never had made much) but I get to be with mamas and babies and teach them what I know about parenting and nursing babies, and that is what I love. My worst job. Working in a Group Home, for autistic kids. I had worked in two schools for autistic kids, before I had my own babies, and thought I could go back to it. In the schools, the people reallly cared about the kids, in this group home they DIDN'T and I had to call Child Protective Services on my coworkers once while I was there, because of neglect and abuse of the children. It just burned me out, to be with my little ones (the first two) all day, then have to go to this hell hole at night. I almost had a nervous breakdown, it was so bad. I had to get out for my own health. It convinced me that the schooling I already had (a BS and a MS) wasn't enough, so I went and got my IBCLC, RLC so I could work as a Lactation Consultant. Saved me, too. Find what you love, then follow it.
Matt, my oldest dd would agree with you. Since she was a baby we used to call her "the food monitor" because she always LOVED food, and was always interested in what people were eating ect. She is working as a waitress, while in college and loves it. She is in nursing school, and will probably be a nurse working in Nutrition with some graduate work later.
