For me it would be being a parking-ticket-giver-guy (Forget the name, No, I am not thinking of a Cop) I would hate getting abusing and being called a fascist all day.
One job you would never EVER want to do for a living.
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Dude that's is one of my dream jobs! I totally want to be a postman when I grow up.Jedamethis said:
Hmm, probably something where I'm stuck in an office where they don't let you decorate your cubical.
I think just about any kind of cleaning. Seriously FUCK THAT man! I'd rather live off Centrelink, which probably pays more anyway -_-DoW Lowen said:
If it was a choice between a shitty job and scrounging off of the dole, then I'd take the job. At least you have a job, and you can keep your pride intact 
Having said that, I reckon working in a pre-school nursery thing would be a nightmare job. Kids are lovely and cute and all that, but if I was with them all day, 5 days a week, I'd probably go postal.
Having said that, I reckon working in a pre-school nursery thing would be a nightmare job. Kids are lovely and cute and all that, but if I was with them all day, 5 days a week, I'd probably go postal.
@explosionprooftaco: are you thinking of a traffic warden?
i wouldn't want to work in the unemployment office, not only would the irony kill me but i wouldn't like to scan through a list of jobs that i could possibly be doing instead and then hand them off to someone else who might not even get it
i wouldn't want to work in the unemployment office, not only would the irony kill me but i wouldn't like to scan through a list of jobs that i could possibly be doing instead and then hand them off to someone else who might not even get it
Any kind of job that requires I do physical excercise.... also any kind of job that means I have to think. Also any job that requires long hours of mindless repetative tasks.
Essentially, with the exception of the cool celebrity artist style jobs I don't want to work.
God I'm a drain on society.
*goes off to cry and get drunk for the millionth time*
Essentially, with the exception of the cool celebrity artist style jobs I don't want to work.
God I'm a drain on society.
*goes off to cry and get drunk for the millionth time*
Working at a service hotline. I've done this for two years at BMW (part- and fulltime) and it drained my energy completely.
Having the same stupid conversation again and again for eight hours five/six days a week was hell.
And definately everything that EVEN REMOTELY involves children.
Having the same stupid conversation again and again for eight hours five/six days a week was hell.
And definately everything that EVEN REMOTELY involves children.
Accountant.
Cleaner at a strip club.
The guy that has to clean up suicides (this is an actual job).
Fluffer.
Prime Minister/President. (everyone looks at you for the answer, I don't want that kind of pressure!!!!)
Parking attendant (ticket dispenser thing).
Tis all I can think of right now.
Cleaner at a strip club.
The guy that has to clean up suicides (this is an actual job).
Fluffer.
Prime Minister/President. (everyone looks at you for the answer, I don't want that kind of pressure!!!!)
Parking attendant (ticket dispenser thing).
Tis all I can think of right now.
There is no job I won't do, except sell my body. If it makes me money I'll do it. I got my first job when I was 11. I put fliers on doors, and got paid about $100 a week doing it. I had to get up at 4:00 am, most days, so I could avoid either people, heat, or both.
I admit it was fun sneaking around apartment complexes. It made me feel like a secret agent infiltrating a base, stealing their information, setting the explosives to cover my escape, and tearing out of there before they knew what happened. All this to the James Bond theme I WAS 11 BACK OFF! During that time I also cleaned up the Town House complex that I lived at for $60 a month.
Unfortunately when I was 14 I was badly injured and was unable to work. A friend gave me work about a year ago building a patio. He paid me $6 an hour, I enjoyed it. Then epilepsy, hypoglycemia, arthritis, insomnia, exhaustion, and a knee & hip injury made impossible for me to work.
Wow I got carried away with this story; sorry about that.
EDIT: I won't work with children, I won't clean up a strip joint, I won't be a fluffer, and I won't work with children
I admit it was fun sneaking around apartment complexes. It made me feel like a secret agent infiltrating a base, stealing their information, setting the explosives to cover my escape, and tearing out of there before they knew what happened. All this to the James Bond theme I WAS 11 BACK OFF! During that time I also cleaned up the Town House complex that I lived at for $60 a month.
Unfortunately when I was 14 I was badly injured and was unable to work. A friend gave me work about a year ago building a patio. He paid me $6 an hour, I enjoyed it. Then epilepsy, hypoglycemia, arthritis, insomnia, exhaustion, and a knee & hip injury made impossible for me to work.
Wow I got carried away with this story; sorry about that.
EDIT: I won't work with children, I won't clean up a strip joint, I won't be a fluffer, and I won't work with children
