Working in a insurance company laboratory, opening peoples urine samples and measuring it into cuvettes so it could be run through an autoanalyzer and analyzed for illegal drugs. I did it for three weeks and then I left. Handling biological samples never set well with me.
Working in a pilot plant that made latex products for the medical industry. I spent most of my time there making condoms. After about 2 months the pilot plant closed down.
I keep my 2 feet on the ground, and my head in the twilight zone.
"... and another thing about you democrats ... you all believe in science!" -- denny crane
I was a "Number One Maker" when I worked for Mobil for a couple of months. Seems that they made a typo in a report to stockholders and was missing a '1'.
Worked for "Her Majesty's Travel Service" from an ad in the Village Voice. Right outside our 40th Floor windows, we could see construction workers riveting steel beams. The noise was maddening and after two weeks I left. The migrane headache took another week to go.
I worked in a temp job with an out of work Broadway actor who was laid off when '1776' closed up. He had played Ben Franklin and a dozen or so smaller parts. He claimed he was making enough for a Park Ave. duplex penthouse with 24/7 parties. Now minimum. We had to move and catalog 180K files for an insurance company based on 9 names they were known by. Lasted a month until the Old School Cuban boss decided all temps were excrement. After a little lesson in Spanish obscenities done in my best 3rd year Spanish, I moved on.
Lastly, there was the store on 22nd and 6th. Old school sales in a junk store. I got lost inside the aisles of ancient junk stacked to the ceiling a couple of times and the old guy just seemed to want a kid to scream at. I lasted 2 weeks. I got enough of that kind of stuff at home to want to avoid it anywhere else. I honestly think that most of the crap they dished out back then was to make us want to enlist and ship out to Vietnam.
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“The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words."
--Philip K. Dick
I spent two summers before college working at a Country Club and Allegheny Ludlum Steel. I think my job title was "Hey you!" Hey you, give me my two iron, Hey you get me a drink, or at the Steel Mill it was Hey you sweep up that up, Hey you wipe down those rollers, etc.
"Love Trumps Hate."
"You Facist, Sexual Predator!"
" I thought a lot about blowing up the White House"
Uh Huh, What Love?
I was also the lead Spackler on a house refurbish team.
Every job I ever had was an odd job in one way or another. I never met the Korean guy with the razor edge bowler hat, but hanging out in the lounge with the Ray Charles Band goofing on Jack Nicholson's drunk off his ass coronet player twin was fun.
"The universe is under no obligation to make sense to you."
Neil deGrasse Tyson
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