The New & Unproved Work/Job/Career Thread

[tommy]

I make 24 bucks an hour and I have terrible benefits. I'm happy for the work

That's really good. Better than Tommy but less than Doug.

Your information on my pay is out of date and Doug doesn't work.

[tommy]

Argo, if you ever move to Michigan I'd be happy to offer you $25/hour to paint.

[The Argonaut]

Congrats on the raise, tommy my boy

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I make 24 bucks an hour and I have terrible benefits. I'm happy for the work

That's really good. Better than Tommy but less than Doug.

Your information on my pay is out of date and Doug doesn't work.

Oh you're out on disability right?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Do you get a pension, Argz?

[dad]

How’s the water cooler talk?

[The Argonaut]

Do you get a pension, Argz?

Like I said, terrible benefits... For now, I'm maxing out my Roth IRA contributions and hoping this leads to something better in a year or so

[The Argonaut]

How’s the water cooler talk?

My colleagues at the factory are friendly and nice, I like them

[tommy]

Forgive me if you've already answered this question, but what does the factory make?

[doug rr]

what are some of the daily factory jokes you play on each other?

[The Argonaut]

Forgive me if you've already answered this question, but what does the factory make?

Let's call them widgets

[The Argonaut]

what are some of the daily factory jokes you play on each other?

Factory is serious business, doug

[doug rr]

what are some of the daily factory jokes you play on each other?

Factory is serious business, doug

do you ever fantasize about carrying Debra winger out of a factory wearing a white suit?

[The Argonaut]

what are some of the daily factory jokes you play on each other?

Factory is serious business, doug

do you ever fantasize about carrying Debra winger out of a factory wearing a white suit?

In my fantasies, I am Sally Field as Norma Rae. Every time I meet a new person, I wonder if they will support my (imaginary)(doomed) union drive

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Forgive me if you've already answered this question, but what does the factory make?

[BurtReynolds]

We must become more like machines or we will be left behind.

[BurtReynolds]

Well I got my job back but I have to move back in March. Actually I don't think I'll mind too much being back with the team, but it's hard to leave my mom right now...plus my grandmother won't last much longer... And I will miss my dad...I'm really fucking tired.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

Was that not clear?

[BurtReynolds]

I'm tired from all the crying over the last two months.