Odd Jobs

[Salvor-Hardon]

Yes really I'm a lil blonde clown with fluffy clown overalls and a ruffled hat , with blond pigtails that come out of the sides to my knees. thats why I don't post much on the weekend hehe

You are so awesome nymphy!

*big hugs*

 

[woodnymph_O]

You are so awesome nymphy!

*big hugs*

AWW ty sweetie

 

[BlackShanglan]

I worked in a humane society, which entailed relatively pleasant jobs like working in the pet store (although fitting a collar for a 90-pound Lab in frenzies of just-been-adopted joy is always fun) and not very pleasant ones like cleaning the walk-in freezer where the barrels of bodies awaited pickup. I had my degree at that point, but when I started as a volunteer the really good news was that I'd worked in a fast food store (several actually) and had handled money before.

I worked in the only Kentucky Fried Chicken I've ever entered where customers might interrupt an absorbing debate on the poetry of Nikki Giovanni or the root causes of the Boer War. Those were some great colleagues. Occasionally, in our spare time, we served chicken. Oh, and the Boer War enthusiast also fixed everything that was ever wrong with any car a person working there cared to bring him. For free. Damned decent guy. Wish I knew where he was these days.

Oh, and I taught people how to move an angry feral cat between cages. That was at the shelter, obviously. It's a skill that you don't find in many workplaces.

Shanglan

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Again, my life seems so tame. I haven't had any odd jobs or been offered any.

 

[kinky shy girl]

I packed bags of roasted nuts into boxes.

Also did mass mailings for some time.

 

[Ferawyn]

When I was 15 I had a holiday job at a storage and transfer warehouse for candy, snacks and luxury foods. The job itself wasn't odd, just inventory work, but the stuff that went through my hands...

Industrial sized boxes of bonbons. 10 Kilogram bags of peppermints. Trays of soda cans. Pallets of crisps. Boxes of sweets. All stacked in racks three stories high in a warehouse almost a kilometre long...

And being an employee I could purchase stuff at cost, and got a share of samples, boxes that fell and broke open, etc...

As I recall, I was sick most of the weekends that month.

 

[oggbashan]

Halloween Jobs

I did two odd jobs for a Youth Hostel.

1. One Halloween I looked after the empty hostel while the warden went to an overnight Halloween Party.

Though WHY he should leave a haunted house to go to a party in a modern house beats me.

The hostel had parts dating back to the 14th century and had three attested ghosts - the maidservant whipped to death in the scullery, the headless coachman who would drive his shrieking passengers past the front door after he had lost his head to a low branch, and the Cavalier shot on his doorstep by Parliamentarians in the Civil War.

There were supposed to be other ghosts.

I spent the evening sampling the local Kentish cider and slept peacefully.

2. The next year the Halloween Party was AT the hostel. I played some of the ghosts as noises off during the ghostly tales. At different times I was clanking chains in the attic, tapping branches against upstairs windows, and playing a tape recording of the headless coachman's drive through a loudspeaker I'd lowered down the well.

I was paid in Kentish cider, again, and had a peaceful night.

Another odd job: I was on a committee running Youth Hostels. I missed one meeting because I was away for my real career. The committee elected me as Cycling Officer for a third of England BECAUSE I had never been seen on a bicycle. The task was to encourage cyclists to use Youth Hostels. There had been a split between the cycling fanatics who wanted to cycle hundreds of miles between hostels and walkers who wanted to use bicycles just to get to a hostel and then walk. They elected me because I was in neither camp. I had to get cycle sheds rebuilt, maintain cycles kept at hostels for hire, and encourage cyclists who weren't hostellers to visit.

I went everywhere by car.

Og

 

[McKenna]

I worked for a few months as a leather worker. I made horse and saddle tack: reigns, halters, blinders and the like. My boss was flexible and didn't care when we worked, just so long as we got in our 40 hours. I worked a lot of nights. The tools we used were understandably sharp. I watched a colleague slice off part of her finger. She got a free trip to the emergency room.

The plus side of such a job is that I always left work smelling nice. Leather is a popular smell in a small ranching/farming community ---almost an aphrodisiac.

 

[mack_the_knife]

While in the Air Force, I was requisitioned to paint 20,000 folding chairs for the Abilene civic center as a 'community outreach project'. To this day, I hate the color slate blue.

 

[LadyTigeress]

I was a telephone psychic for a while. It's actually quite a lot of fun, you get to meet some of the most interesting people. I've had a couple of modeling job offers, most notably one in sweden doing zoophile work. Never did get back to the guy, but it's crossed my mind a time or two.

LT

 

[R. Richard]

You want an odd job? OK, I have an odd job for you, one I thanfully never had.

In New York City thieves had developed a plan to hide in a store until after it closed and then sneak out and steal merchandise. The plan was working. Someone developed a counter-plan. The stores hired people with trained dogs to search the stores after working hours and find the hidden thieves. The counter-plan worked!

Unfortunately, the search dogs developed a problem. They became very ueasy and showed signs of psychological problems. A doggie psychiatrist was called in and identified the problem. The dogs were doing their very best, but they were no longer catching thieves, thus they were not doing their job.

The dog handlers solved the problem. The hired a guy to wear a padded suit and hide in the store, so the dogs could find him. The dogs do find the padded suit guy. It may not be the worst job in the world, but it has to be at least in the top ten!

 

[BlackShanglan]

The plus side of such a job is that I always left work smelling nice. Leather is a popular smell in a small ranching/farming community ---almost an aphrodisiac.

Almost?

 

[McKenna]

Almost?

I was trying to be polite. Wouldn't want to offend any local yokels!



(Actually, I love the smell of leather. Shhhh!)

 

[Recidiva]

I was trying to be polite. Wouldn't want to offend any local yokels!



(Actually, I love the smell of leather. Shhhh!)

Murphy's Oil Soap.

 

[SeaCat]

Haven't had anyt really strange jobs that I can think of, but have had some interesting ones.

Handyman for a womens dorm.

Taste Tester for soy products in Europe. (Ever had a medium rare steak that literaly melts in your mouth? Strange.)

BodyGuard for a battered womens shelter. (Most fulfilling job I ever had. Too bad it didn't pay.)

Bussed tables at a restaraunt specialising in exotic foods. (Now that expanded my culinary horizons.)

Sluicer in a slaughterhouse.

Cat

(JUst don't ask what my dream jobs would be.)

 

[Guest]

When I was an undergrad I drove a forklift during summers.

Not a strange job really, but I was the only female for one of the summers and I certainly enjoyed the work. (And I didn't crash too many pallets.)

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