Topic: Weird Friggin' Jobs (Read 1630 times)

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esp is making my country richer

how many norwegians are on there? is english the work language???
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esp is making my country richer

how many norwegians are on there? is english the work language???

there's not many norwegians there, i can only think of 2 actually.

aker kvaerner is pretty global, there are a lot of french guys on that rig and a greek guy too who work for kvaerner, as well as me and a few other brits. the rest are employed by the company that owns the rig, a french company called perenco, bar a few (the scaffolders and other monkeys who are employed by CAPE).
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duuuude holy fucking dead morgue people without eyes!  Man you have to take that job.  You have to do it.
Do it and take pics and vids and post them here. I'm not even joking; I need something to masterbate to. That was a joke. Still though, do the vids.
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My first job, I worked as a Busser at a restaurant and it scared me away from food jobs forever.

So then my next job, I was The Fucking Easter Bunny at one of the local malls here in town! Yes I got paid $9.50 an hour to sit in a suit for 3-4 hours at a time and it was so warm! A very easy job though because it was in the non buzy mall and thus i might ger 5-15 kids a day (One day i worked 4hours and not 1 kid got a picture...  about 2 hours in on my first break, I taped my ipod into my Head and watched Good Luck Chuck.  Another time, Easter Saturday, I had 47 kids get pictures... it was a shitty day) Job was good though because of all the kids there where there where some half hot chicks getting pictures too, one crew even had playboy bunny suits ;)
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My first and current job is at this place http://fascinations.net
Its a pretty fun job, I get to help fix peoples' sex lives and talk about boobs and dicks all day. Not to mention the occasional dance pole demonstration (and believe me I can fucking demo that pole) or sex swing demo (don't tease, just fuck!).

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man I just read some article somewhere about some guy who got convicted of decapitating and raping some chick and he was all like no dude theres no way I just killed her I didn't rape her. Like 20 years later then they ran some dna tests on the semen they found inside her and it actually came from a dude who used to work at the morgue. but that got me thinking... no head... doesnt have to look into any eyes...

taking the eyes out of people at the morgue... maybe this is some crazy scheme by the morgue owners so they can feel more comfortable as they make sweet sweet love to cadavers
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This job does sound a lot more interesting than stupid service industry jobs and it is more relevant to your education. And it's a job you could get some satisfaction out of, I hope. ("I harvest eyes for the needy!")
DO EET. DO EET NOW.

As far as "weird jobs" go... shortly after I graduated high school I became an old man's assistant. I just remembered this the other day and started laughing at the randomisity of it all. The old man was an 80 year old WW2 vet who spent a fair amount of time living in the Northwest Territories (Canada). He had mountains of WW2 relics and aboriginal Northwest Territories artifacts in his house and he needed someone to help him catalogue all of the items for resale. So I helped him do that. It was $11/hr, 4 hours a day, and I didn't know what I was doing with my life so it was actually pretty sweet. Boring as Hell most of the time, though. A lot of the time he wouldn't have anything for me to do so he would tell me stories or I'd just draw for four hours. Man that was sweet. I grew to really like him, actually, even though we come from such different worlds *emotional fist shake* [I had to help him donate money to the Conservative party (Canada's watered-down Republicans)—it's like... really?)

He died last Summer which kind of tripped me out.

It was funny because he was such a conservative old man in contrast to me with my multi-coloured hair and crazy earrings. Oh, you young folk. Actually, I have some epic quotes from him. He is hence known as "JHM"

JHM: You're here in good time.
Me: Yep!
JHM: [very ][/very]
JHM: I'm just wondering... when can one comment on another gentleman's earrings?
JHM's Wife: He's changed his hair as well!

JHM: [hands ][/hands]
JHM: Do you know what that is?
Me: [pause] A bird?
JHM: A penis.

(We had a tradition of drinking a luke-warm pepsi on our "15 minute break")
JHM: Drink your pepsi for God's sakes!

JHM: Oh... Fiddlesticks...
JHM: Ah!
JHM: Double fiddlesticks!

JHM: This thing is sh*****tting all over the place like nobody's flipping business...

JHM: It appears that we have made a mistake...
Me: That had better be the royal "we".

JHM: Oh for the love of... 17... blue cats...

JHM: [phone ][/phone] DROP DEAD!
JHM: [picks ][/picks] Good morning!

JHM: JESUS CHRISTMAS CHRIST.

JHM: [to ][/to] No, you needn't check it again, Steven!
JHM: [long ][/long] Who the Hell is Steven?
JHM: I don't even know a Steven.
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The weirdest job I've ever had?
I guess the city recycling centre. It was weird that people sorting through trash for a living could act so casually about it. Somedays it stunk to high heaven. There were few short breaks, and it was a continual slog through plastic, trash, paper, etc. I only lasted two months. The endless monotony of it started to eat away at my sanity. Plus I didn't enjoy the chance of glass cuts, glass dust in the eyes, or any other chemical hazard. You'd be surprised what goes in the trash. I mean, ew...