Rotten Tanx wrote:Bus and train passes. Printing them, mailing them, logging them, handing them out, etc

2 days a week dealing with the ones that people buy, 3 days a week dealing with the people who get them for free due to recently starting a new job. You wouldn't believe how pissed people get if there is a hiccup in their application for a free rail card or bus pass.

sounds great, may I have some free passes?

wellsyuk wrote:

Rotten Tanx wrote:Bus and train passes. Printing them, mailing them, logging them, handing them out, etc

2 days a week dealing with the ones that people buy, 3 days a week dealing with the people who get them for free due to recently starting a new job. You wouldn't believe how pissed people get if there is a hiccup in their application for a free rail card or bus pass.

I once (yonks ago) got arrested for forging a weekly bus pass. Stupidly I gave my name to the conductor who spotted I'd fiddled the date using my crafty skills with scissors and glue - 3 months later a policeman knocks on the door and takes me down the nick for a caution..
I suppose that wouldn't happen to you.

When I was attending the School of the Art Institute of Chicago (back before the days of the mag-striped CTA Transit Cards) there was a gang of skinhead students at the school who used to forge CTA monthly bus/train passes. They'd manufacture them in the print shop after hours and sell them to the students for like $20 each.

They were incredibly good likenesses of the real thing. Being an impoverished student at the time, I bought one every month and used it several times a day for like 2 years without any problems.

Then one day the head of the school's Printmaking Department issued an announcement to all students that the administration had been informed of a forgery ring operating out of the school. He offered to let the matter drop as long as the students responsible quit their illegal activities. So the skins stopped doing their business on the school's equipment and instead took all their ill-gotten earnings, bought a stat camera and a press and set up shop in their loft space.

They continued to produce counterfeit passes for maybe a year more and then I heard that their place got raided, they all got arrested and had all their gear confiscated.

chet wrote:I professionally trim/groom my neck beard, while taking breaks to tune my array of only aluminum neck guitars.

Its a tough job hating on KISS all day long, but someones got to do it.

"...do I come to your job and slap the aluminum neck guitar out of your mouth?"

I work at a credit union.

Look over member's accounts, credit cards, loans... you know.

Honestly, shit.

I manage a gallery. Unfortunately not doing curating (yet... just out of college, not enough experience) but more logistical stuff like keeping exhibition files, loan agreements in order and handling insurance stuff. Putting the art history degree to use, pretty much.

This acquaintance of mine, who is a friend to several other board members, is an exotic animal vet tech. I saw her a month ago asked her about her new job. She told me that day, someone had brought in a turtle who has been run over. He had shell cracks on the top and bottom.

Standard procedure for this injury is supergluing the crack together, but this can impede recovery and block blood flow. So the vet decided to glue hook and eye closures on the sides of the cracks, initially stringing them together with floss so they can be tightened at a pace better for healing, then actually hooked together.

So cool.
So Vivienne Westwood-looking.

But back you, paper-pushers.

itchy mcgoo wrote:This acquaintance of mine, who is a friend to several other board members, is an exotic animal vet tech. I saw her a month ago asked her about her new job. She told me that day, someone had brought in a turtle who has been run over. He had shell cracks on the top and bottom.

Standard procedure for this injury is supergluing the crack together, but this can impede recovery and block blood flow. So the vet decided to glue hook and eye closures on the sides of the cracks, initially stringing them together with floss so they can be tightened at a pace better for healing, then actually hooked together.

So cool.
So Vivienne Westwood-looking.

But back you, paper-pushers.

Before this job she was a large-carnivore (lar-car) keeper at Brookfield Zoo. Most of her day was spent shoveling polar bear shit. She loved her job. She was able to watch polar bears giving birth, people sticking their arms up elephant's asses, and sick animals die or get better. You'd be surprised at the number of people that believe that they can communicate with animals. A lot of people are crazy when it come to animals. She has the best stories.

I am a mortgage broker. I help walk people through and try to de-mystify the often confusing and frustrating mortgage process. Mostly, this means I hold hands and reassure people that everything is okay. I generally like my job. I'm at a point that I usually only work with people that I like or people that are referred to me.

I'm also in the process of opening up a kid's hair salon on either the northside of Chicago or the near northern burbs. I've never cut hair. The thought of cutting hair actually disgust me, but I've managed people and businesses before. I'm looking for the location now and hopefully we'll be up and running early next year.
www.pigtailsandcrewcuts.com if you're interested. We're planning to have kids in the next few years, so I wanted a business where it wouldn't be a big deal to bring the little one to work.

R.F.F. wrote:I'm also in the process of opening up a kid's hair salon on either the northside of Chicago or the near northern burbs. I've never cut hair. The thought of cutting hair actually disgusts me

Thanks for this.