Odd jobs?
What are the strangest/most interesting/worst/best paying/... oddest... jobs you have had?
Of course, I want to hear your stories, but the real reason is to share some of mine (surprise, surprise, surprise!)
I've had a couple of doozies lately.
I transcribed the entire first season of Six Million Dollar Man last month for about US$600. I would sit in my local coffee shop for hours, sipping coffee and watching (and typing) Steve Austin's every word. I'm not the most efficient transcriber around, so each 48 minute episode took 2-3 hours. So my hourly wage wasn't huge, but it was still fun and really low stress. And I think I did a pretty good job, so I think Jamie Summers must be just around the corner (running in slow motion, of course).
But right now, I'm doing something even better, stronger and... fatter. I'm currently Santa Claus at Ocean Park, Hong Kong's smallish "Sea World" type amusement park. The pay is pretty damn good and I'm having a great time. Long hours, and no days off between December 17th and January 2, but my reward will come in the form of a big fat paycheck, all for encouraging teenage girls to sit on my lap (not really -- I reserve the lap for the under sevens, but I do get a lot of hugs and flirting from girls and women of all ages).
I have to wear a padded tummy, as I'm really too skinny to be a natural Santa, and of course, I have to glue a white beard to my face, which really irritates my skin. And I have to say "Ho Ho Ho" and "Merry Christmas" in three languages about 2 million times a day.
I'm not an actor by trade, but it's always something that's interested me. Maybe this Santa stint can get me into the bizness here in Asia... got to improve my Cantonese, though.
At least I know what my plans are next December! Time to promote my hohoho and jingle all the way to the bank. I'll just have to make sure any full time job I take in the mean time has a provision for a long holiday.
Of course, I want to hear your stories, but the real reason is to share some of mine (surprise, surprise, surprise!)
I've had a couple of doozies lately.
I transcribed the entire first season of Six Million Dollar Man last month for about US$600. I would sit in my local coffee shop for hours, sipping coffee and watching (and typing) Steve Austin's every word. I'm not the most efficient transcriber around, so each 48 minute episode took 2-3 hours. So my hourly wage wasn't huge, but it was still fun and really low stress. And I think I did a pretty good job, so I think Jamie Summers must be just around the corner (running in slow motion, of course).
But right now, I'm doing something even better, stronger and... fatter. I'm currently Santa Claus at Ocean Park, Hong Kong's smallish "Sea World" type amusement park. The pay is pretty damn good and I'm having a great time. Long hours, and no days off between December 17th and January 2, but my reward will come in the form of a big fat paycheck, all for encouraging teenage girls to sit on my lap (not really -- I reserve the lap for the under sevens, but I do get a lot of hugs and flirting from girls and women of all ages).
I have to wear a padded tummy, as I'm really too skinny to be a natural Santa, and of course, I have to glue a white beard to my face, which really irritates my skin. And I have to say "Ho Ho Ho" and "Merry Christmas" in three languages about 2 million times a day.
I'm not an actor by trade, but it's always something that's interested me. Maybe this Santa stint can get me into the bizness here in Asia... got to improve my Cantonese, though.
At least I know what my plans are next December! Time to promote my hohoho and jingle all the way to the bank. I'll just have to make sure any full time job I take in the mean time has a provision for a long holiday.
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Now, the smell can vary from bad to vomit-inducing (literally), and the less pleasant areas are those where you can basically look down and see liquified excrement. These pools and tanks are made of concrete and have various apparatuses within them, and there are times when they get clogged, or when various other work needs to be done in there, and they can't be drained.
Enter the divers. These guys go in there with pressurized suits, totally immersed in crap. Let's just say that once, when I was nearby, a diving team has to pull the guy out prematurely because a leak had developed in the suit. Fortunately, these guys make some pretty good wages. I never was a diver myself, but I felt that it was a good trade to bring up since it's so shocking, yet so necessary.
The summer of 1998 I worked for Coca Cola. All kinds of soda containers are recycled here 10+ times. Sodas in plastic bottles were new at that time (before then we only had glass bottles) and when they came back to be cleaned and refilled, there were no machines that could sort the almost, but not exactly identical bottles (one type for coke, one for Fanta and a couple of other types). So we were three shifts sorting all the bottles 24/7. I worked the evening shift.
Now this was during a very hot summer and you would not imagine what people had put in the bottles. And the job was physical hard. But the pay was good, with all the extras @ $30/h
I worked in a juvenile delinquent centre for about the same as your $7/hour.
I remember my first day - I was so excited about working there and the staff had been so good to me. In the first hour everything went pear-shaped. A bigger lad in his tough-boy clique picked on a younger white kid. I intervened like a fairy godmother with my handbag finding myself rapidly unpopular. The kid was pissed off that I tried to help him because it wrecked his street cred. Apparently I did the wrong thing by telling the centre manager that the boys were fighting - just came across as a grass. Playing 5 aside football with the kids later, I thought things were going okay. The lad involved in the confrontation deliberately socked me between the legs during a tackle. His mate belted the ball straight at me from 3 metres giving me a black eye.
When the floor stopped moving, all the boys had left the football game. The centre manager didn't think much of it. Guess they got what they wanted. Must have been one of the most unsupervised and health-hazard related jobs. Packed it in after a term. Mostly recalcitrant kids looking for a free punch bag. When they're hardened at that age, it's just horrible.
I won't go into details.
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That was kinda wierd. Really wierd. Otherwise their stuff was mostly sports, kids stuff, and religious stuff. Interesting mix.
Don't ask.
I lasted two weeks.
I apologise if I called anyone here.
burned her car to the ground... The thing was the car was the a final gift from her mother who had just died of cancer... My employer in their "caring policy"
approach told me to disallow the claim.... yet had posted record profits that year.. It suck when you have to tell a girl that the only thing she had of any financial means is gone... and she's in tears as you sit behind a inch of bulletproof glass unable to do jack... Yep that was christmas 1996...
Best Job:
Christmas 2005
I sit behind a duel screen G5.... friends around... I now run my own post house and brand agency... we have a moderate team and stable clients...
And this year we posted a profit...