Odd Jobs

[scheherazade_79]

Well, maybe not odd, but different - the kind of job that you'd never have imagined yourself doing.

What's the oddest one that you've been offered? And did you accept, or turn it down?

I once got offered a job at a Swedish lapdancing club in Soho. I was mortally embarrassed at the time, but looking back on it there's a dark side of me that almost wishes I'd taken it.

 

[minsue]

I put ATM deposit envelopes into numerical order at night for a little over a year. Full time, 40 hours a week. I miss that, if only because I loved the looks on people's faces when they asked what I did for a living.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

I was a bouncer in a bar and scrubbed pans in a bakery. Not at the same time.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

Not necessarily an odd job but odd for a woman. I sold motorcycles.

 

[eric shawn listo]

I was a security guard in a hospital morgue. Graveyard shift. I got to escort dead bodies down from their rooms.

I lasted one night. The shoes were killing me.

After deducting the uniform rental from my pay, I got $4.86 for my night's work.

 

[cheerful_deviant]

I'm currently building a pump station 300 feet underground. Not exactly something I ever planned on doing.

 

[oggbashan]

Not a job but some odd tasks

In my career I have been asked to sort out some odd problems:

1. A merchant navy seaman died. He was Japanese. His family wanted his remains but the nature of his messy death meant that no airline was willing to carry the corpse. On a weekend I had to find a Shinto priest and arrange cremation according to Shinto rites. I attended as 'next of kin' in my official capacity. I sent the ashes and an illuminated scroll from the Shinto priest detailing the ceremony to his family. Weeks later I received a letter of thanks from the family and another from the Japanese Embassy.

2. One of my predecessors had lost two expensive, rare and very bulky items of equipment (30 tonnes each). When I took over the post I was asked to account for the discrepancy in the stocktake. The loss had occurred in 1940. I managed, by reading the back files of the local newspapers, to establish that there had been an air raid about that time. I suggested that the items should be written off as 'destroyed by enemy action'. That was accepted.

It wasn't true. The items were so large and heavy that they would have left substantial remains if they had been destroyed. The truth was that they had been 'borrowed' in 1944 for D-Day and they forgot the paperwork. Those items are still resting off the coast of Normandy. Now they can rest in peace.

Og

 

[Selena_Kitt]

Gosh I've led a boring life... the strangest thing I've ever done for money was conducting market research interviews in the mall!

Although what I do now most people don't know what it is... I'm a doula.

 

[impressive]

Gosh I've led a boring life... the strangest thing I've ever done for money was conducting market research interviews in the mall!

Although what I do now most people don't know what it is... I'm a doula.

*waves* I know.

I'm a CBE ... and logo's a homebirth midwife. WTG, sistah!

 

[4degrees]

i've done several interesting things for money.

i was a cockwhore, but thats niether odd nor surprising.

i worked in an alzhiemers unit for a couple of years. that was pretty damn cool.

 

[Selena_Kitt]

I'm a CBE ... and logo's a homebirth midwife. WTG, sistah!

kewl!!! I'm a student midwife as well...

 

[Recidiva]

Well, maybe not odd, but different - the kind of job that you'd never have imagined yourself doing.

What's the oddest one that you've been offered? And did you accept, or turn it down?

I once got offered a job at a Swedish lapdancing club in Soho. I was mortally embarrassed at the time, but looking back on it there's a dark side of me that almost wishes I'd taken it.

I worked for a paranormal investigator who had a cable show. I'd be able to go to all the New Age seminars and funky stuff in New York City free and with a press pass, meet fun people and get invited to their parties. It was a complete blast. That job I took.

Offered a job by a photographer who wanted before and after shots in a way that made me not want to go to Jamaica with him in order to do the photo shoot. He was a pretty famous photographer. I think he was insulted. That job I did not take.

 

[Liar]

I sold dough.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Not sure if it counts as a job or not but I have been offered to be a "face" for a con operation and was asked to do some slightly nefarious computer work to make sure certain federal agencies could not read exchanges of emails.

I took one of them.

 

[Recidiva]

Not sure if it counts as a job or not but I have been offered to be a "face" for a con operation and was asked to do some slightly nefarious computer work to make sure certain federal agencies could not read exchanges of emails.

I took one of them.

TELL!

 

[Alex756]

I used to read tarot cards to make money for odds and ends going through school.

I worked with venemous reptiles at one point too.,

The oddest job I was ever offered... to spend a day pretending to be someone's girlfriend.

~Alex

 

[Stella_Omega]

I dropped out of college (Architecture major) to become a fashion model. For someone with my gender issues, this probably wasn't such a good idea... I never made more than basic support money at it.
BUt it took me travelling all over Europe and Japan, and I'm grateful for that.
When I finally had had enough, I went into props and special effects- from modelling to model-making. That was my favorite job! That was my idea of glamour!



later, I worked in a machine shop, up to my elbows in grease. The guys were very proud of the fact that a woman was working there.
I've been an apprentice to a whip braider.
I have always worked with my hands. I can make anything- except money.

 

[Recidiva]

I dropped out of college (Architecture major) to become a fashion model. For someone with my gender issues, this probably wasn't such a good idea... I never made more than basic support money at it.
BUt it took me travelling all over Europe and Japan, and I'm grateful for that.
When I finally had had enough, I went into props and special effects- from modelling to model-making. That was my favorite job! That was my idea of glamour!



later, I worked in a machine shop, up to my elbows in grease. The guys were very proud of the fact that a woman was working there.
I've been an apprentice to a whip braider.
I have always worked with my hands. I can make anything- except money.

Damn. I want to be apprentice to a whip braider. I'm so jealous.

 

[cloudy]

from the ages of 12 to about 15 I volunteered at the local Humane Society. I quickly became the "exotic animal handler" simply because all animals seem to take to me.

Monkeys, wolves, etc., I got to deal with them.

Oh, I also did their commercials during that time, too.

 

[Stella_Omega]

from the ages of 12 to about 15 I volunteered at the local Humane Society. I quickly became the "exotic animal handler" simply because all animals seem to take to me.

Monkeys, wolves, etc., I got to deal with them.

Oh, I also did their commercials during that time, too.

jealous, jealous, jealous... the animals!

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I cleaned atomic submarines for General Dynamics in Massachusetts. We used to sleep in the torpedo racks.

I played bass in a band at a topless club in Richmond, California. I didn't know that the girls were hookers and that our leader/tenor sax man was pimping for them. I was 21 and missed out.

I did analytical chemistry on moon dust, or maybe I did. The samples were double-blinded, so no lab knew which was authentic and which was control.

I wet-ashed exhumed bone samples of people who had died of radiation poisoning from licking their paintbrushes when they painted glow-in-the-dark numbers on watch faces in the 20's. The paint contained radium. They didn't know it was toxic at the time, and it killed them. The scientists wanted to learn where the radium ended up in your bones, so they got permission to exhume the bodies, take samples, and check. Answer: eye sockets and hip joints.

 

[woodnymph_O]

Well (cough) I am a CLOWN

 

[impressive]

I wet-ashed exhumed bone samples of people who had died of radiation poisoning from licking their paintbrushes when they painted glow-in-the-dark numbers on watch faces in the 20's. The paint contained radium. They didn't know it was toxic at the time, and it killed them. The scientists wanted to learn where the radium ended up in your bones, so they got permission to exhume the bodies, take samples, and check. Answer: eye sockets and hip joints.

Ewwwwwwwwwwww

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Well (cough) I am a CLOWN

Are ou really? Really?

oh that is too cool if you are!

 

[woodnymph_O]

Are ou really? Really?

oh that is too cool if you are!

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