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Schoolmarm
Member

02-18-2001

Monday, March 29, 2004 - 8:46 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I have three jobs.

At my main job I get to talk a lot. I have three groups of kids who want to teach. They are hard to teach. They need to not be dumb, so I teach them. We sing songs. We play flutes. We read notes. I give tests, but I don't like to grade them. I have tests on all parts of my desk. I like my room with my desk. I have a big box with a screen. But no box where reams of pulp come out. That is down the hall in the main room with the gal who files things and types all day. She is nice and is my friend. I have one class with one boy. He must learn to play on a thing with white and black keys. He has to make up tunes and chords and put them in new keys. He works hard. I have one gal who learns a thing with pipes and black and white keys. It has things for your feet to play. She is old. Her mom is sick and will die soon. She is nice and works hard. I have a boy and a girl who teach in towns that are not close. I drive to see them teach. They are good with their kids. They like to teach. This is good! I go to meet with profs. We talk a lot, but it makes no sense. The big boss does not care. It is hard to make things good. That is my first job.

Job two: I play a BIG thing with pipes and black and white keys and slats for the feet. I play at church. I have a choir, too. I like this job the best. I play on the first and fourth day of the week. On the fourth day of the week, we have soup at church. Then I play for one fourth of an hour. Then we have church. Then I have choir and they sing so they are good for the first day of the week. On the first day of the week, I climb steps to play. The choir sings. They do well! Then they leave me. I stay with the big thing with pipes. I eat lunch at a shop with tea and brown drinks. I eat an egg with bread and soup and a brown drink. Then I go back to church to play so that I will sound good the next week. I like this job.

Job three. Small kids come to my big room at school to learn to play the big black thing with white and black keys. Some are good. Some are bad. I have two times ten plus three of them. Two play the thing with pipes. One sings. Two times ten of them play the big thing with keys. On the last day of last week we had a big fest. They were judged. They did well. Most got the top score! I was glad. This week they will get back to work, and I will give them their scores. They can win a prize if they play well. One point for each page done. They can get cards or bears or pages with notes on them. They like to earn things. So they are set for their time with me. This is good. If they are not set for their time with me, it is BAD for my ears.

These are all of my jobs. I look for a new job with not as much to teach. I like to write on reams of pulp, and need time for this. I go on a plane to look for things in old books, then I write on these new finds. I need more time to write. I need to send my book to a place where they will print it. I don't have time for this. I am tired. I need more time to sleep or to have a date.

But all men in my town talk with just one SYLLABLE!!! Ha ha ha!

Babyruth
Member

07-19-2001

Monday, March 29, 2004 - 9:30 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I take care of sick folks: young, old, Moms, Dads, kids, friends, folks on their own. All kinds of folks from all walks of life. Some are very sick, some are less sick. I help the docs help them all.

I get to work at half past six A.M. on most days and drink a cup of joe while I find out what my day will be, who "my" folks will be. (Some days I get to work at half past three and work in the eve til twelve.)

I read up on why they are sick, what has been done, and what the plan is for the day for them. I go in their room, shut the door, check them out head to toe, and talk with them to see how they are right now, and find out what they might need.

I tell folks what their test is going to feel like (if they are to have one), I tell them what the meds are for that I will give them, I try to find out what they need to learn health-wise and then teach them. I ask them how they feel and what I/we can we do to help. If they need more help, or an other kind, I find it for them, so they have what they need to be as well as they can be. There is much to teach.

I help sick folks when they walk, eat, breathe, sleep, cough, puke, bleed, pee, poop, wipe, wash. I try to ease their pain. I try to treat them the same way I would want some one to treat me. I touch, I smile, I try to hear them, I try to be kind. I give them their meds and teach about each one. I poke skin with sharps to draw blood for tests or to start an I.V. OUCH! Sorry!

I care for the wounds that can be seen, and the ones that are just felt. I sit with folks when they get bad news and need to cry or talk. I help them laugh when they need that, too. I let them know I care. Some times I have to help very sick folks die, and help their loved ones through it.

I write down all that I do and all that goes on for each folk while in my care. Chart, chart, chart.

I help teach the new docs since some are brand new (and quite young: some are eight or nine years old, it seems) and don't know as much as they need to, yet. I use high tech stuff much of the day to check how folks are, and also do hands on care. I write on forms, I type, I call, I page, I talk, I ask, I say how things will be done on days I am in charge of staff. We all work as a team and help one an other as we can.

Mul-ti-task. (that's three words...ha ha!)

I don't have all the time I'd like to spend with each sick folk. Each day, there is more to be done than there is time for. And things change all the time. I must be do five or six things at the same time and change my plans all day long time. I must walk very fast from room to room and sort out who needs me first and who can wait a bit for now. Don't ask what it's like when they yell "code blue". Aack!

Some days I must work over time if we are short on staff, but most days I get home by four (or twelve P.M). I am quite tired, wiped out!

Wink
Member

10-06-2000

Monday, March 29, 2004 - 9:53 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I play.

Melfie1222
Member

07-29-2002

Monday, March 29, 2004 - 9:56 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
First, I show up late and hope that my boss is late too. If he's not, I act like a mouse and try to sneak past his desk and sit in my chair with no sound so he can't hear that I'm late. Even when I boot up the thing I work on most of the day, at first I make soft taps on the keys so he might not hear, look at his clock and note the time I came in.

On the days that I am not late, and am there at a time that I don't yet need to be there, I make lots of noise and make sure the boss sees me so I can get some of those brown points.

Next, I sort through the mail in the thing that I work on most of the day. Quite a bit of the mail is junk. I read what is not junk and put it where it needs to go, or do what it tells me to do.

By now I have heard from at least one guy or gal who will ask me to come and help them with part of their job. That takes up quite a bit of my job, when I help them with part of theirs. Most of them work in sales. I will hear a buzz on my phone, and then "come help me fix this", or "why won't the thing that I work on most of the day do this?", is what I hear. I go to their desk and show them things like how to cut and paste in Word, or how to take two calls at the same time on their phone.

Some of the time I might get mad at one of them, but just if they get mad at me first. Some of them get mad at least once a day, and some of them just don't get mad.

They spend most of their time on the phone with sales and that sort of thing, and most of my job is to help them. One day a week when some of them are out most of the day, I do part of their job, so I am on the phone most of the day when I have to help with their sales and that sort of thing.

When the clock hits noon, if I have time I go home and take a quick nap. If I don't have time I go to the store or bank or the place where I fill up my car with gas. Then I go back to work, eat lunch at my desk (a green chopped leaf dish, or a meal that came from the ice cold box, and then gets nuked), and then I work the rest of the day.

At the end of the day, if my boss leaves work on time, then I do too. Five is on time. If my boss leaves at four or three, then I leave at half past four. If my boss stays past five, I still leave on time.

Melfie1222
Member

07-29-2002

Monday, March 29, 2004 - 10:03 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I am loving reading these!

Pamy
Member

01-02-2002

Monday, March 29, 2004 - 10:44 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
sucks

Juju2bigdog
Member

10-27-2000

Monday, March 29, 2004 - 10:44 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
You know what? The one by god of War did not seem weird at all. It was just like real talk. god of War is good!

Rosie
Member

11-12-2003

Monday, March 29, 2004 - 10:52 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I am a cat pet. I feed the cat. I clean the place where cat sits. I play with the cat. The cat is in my arms for walks. Cat does not like to walk on her walks.

I do what cat says I can do. Cat is the boss.

Kady
Member

07-30-2000

Monday, March 29, 2004 - 11:01 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I work at a store. I am the boss. I like telling people what to do. I get mad when they don't listen. I get to count money. I go to the bank and the lady gives me a sucker. I always remember to say thank you. I like pushing the buttons on the register and counting the change. I have fun at work. I like talking to all the people that come to visit me. They pay me money to get a tan. They lay in a bed with bright lights. I have to do alot of cleaning at work. I make the others clean the floor. I don't like that job. I like to smell the lotions and pick out lotions for people to buy. Work is fun...I like it.

Mware
Member

09-14-2001

Tuesday, March 30, 2004 - 8:48 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I help those who need cash to buy a house find a bank to lend it to them. I help them fill out forms to tell the bank that they should get their loans. I tell them the kinds of loans they can get and how much they can spend. I help others who work with me to learn to do these things the right way too.

Egbok
Member

07-13-2000

Tuesday, March 30, 2004 - 1:23 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I work five days per week for cash. I sit in a "cube".

In my cube you will find my large desk. My desk has lots of stuff like tape, forms, a lamp, books, files, push pins, clips, half full cold drinks that once were hot and snacks to keep me sane from the good and the bad facts I find for my job.

In my cube, I sit at my large desk on a soft blue chair. On part of my desk is a large color screen that takes me to sites that will tell me who is good and who is bad. I will use the phone and the fax to learn good and bad facts too. I am like a sleuth who seeks just the facts. I love my job and will seek the facts for 10 plus more years. Then I will stop and tend to my rose bush at home, which is out in the back, near the fence where the dog sleeps all day long!

It was fun to tell you what I do at work!


Littlec
Member

11-14-2003

Tuesday, March 30, 2004 - 1:48 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I go to a girl's house. I wait for bus. When bus comes then I drive girl to my house. I help girl with things. Girl can't do some things on her own. I help girl eat. Then girl will rest. When rest is done, I take girl for a ride in car. Girl likes to go on car rides. When we are done on car ride, we go back to her house. I then help girl eat more. Then girl will rest more. When girl is done with rest, I help girl with a bath. When girl is done with bath, I help girl get in bed. Then I go home.

Bearware
Member

07-12-2002

Saturday, April 03, 2004 - 7:15 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I am a queen. Some think I am NOT a queen, they think I teach. They are wrong. I am a queen. I rule a room. In that room are many many small people. They are not adults. They are twelve. Sometimes they are Thirteen. Fourteen is ancient to them, but then, so is the queen. She doesn't mind. Because she is queen!

I tell these small people things. Sometimes they do the things I say. We have fun then. Sometimes they make up other things to do. This is NOT fun for the queen. The queen then has to fuss at the small people. LOUDLY. until they stop. They DO stop. ALWAYS.

I, as queen, get to decide if these small people can use the potty, drink water, chew gum, and eat. I am powerful. The small people listen to my stories. I have many stories. I LOVE to tell stories. My stories are about things that happened in the past to other people. Sometimes these things happened in other countries. They are fun to tell, and the small people seem to like them.

Sometimes, I get to go outside and play with the small people. They want to talk about 'hot boys', but I do not talk about that with them. There is no such thing as a 'hot boy', only 'hot men' but they do not see that yet. The queen smiles knowingly, and lets them talk.

These small people can be very funny at times. They tell the queen jokes, and make her laugh. The queen LOVES being queen, even when the small people aren't perfect. I think I will be queen for many more years.

Bandit
Member

07-29-2001

Monday, April 05, 2004 - 1:38 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
If you want to buy a house, to my job is where you would come. I sit at a desk all day, talk in the phone, and type on a thing with keys and a screen. I help the folks that sell the homes. I greet folks that walk in the door, and make them feel at ease. All in all, I love what I do.

Bandit
Member

07-29-2001

Monday, April 05, 2004 - 1:46 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
It makes me laugh, all the folks who wrote big long notes that are filled with words with more than one syl-la-ble. lol

Julieboo
Member

02-05-2002

Monday, April 05, 2004 - 6:48 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I saw that too. One syl-la-ble is the trick of this task! Guess not all can do it!

Melfie1222
Member

07-29-2002

Monday, April 05, 2004 - 7:27 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I tried so hard when I did mine, and then read it and saw I messed up right from the start. O well They are still fun to read.

Lancecrossfire
Moderator

07-13-2000

Monday, April 05, 2004 - 7:40 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I work with waste. Others make it--I help get rid of it. There are lots of laws for the type of waste I deal with. There are laws on how to store it. Laws on how to mark it. Laws on how to move it from one place to the next.

I look up all sorts of stuff for each small thing of waste. We put like types of waste in a drum. The drums get burned in a hot kiln. We write a lot of stuff down for each drum of waste. We keep track of it for a long time.

Many of the laws suck. But we still have to keep our waste per all the laws--I do not want to go to jail or have my cash held from me. I could lose lots of cash.

The waste has all types of bad things that it could do. Some blows up--some burns skin, some burns with a flame. Some will make you quite sick--so much so you could die. I watch what I do with the real bad waste. If you mix the wrong wastes, bad things will take place. That sucks, so I do not do that.

Halfunit
Member

09-02-2001

Monday, April 05, 2004 - 8:28 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Lance burns poop?



( Sorry dear Lance, but I couldn't help it. I even stayed in the one syllable theme too! . I've peeked at your employers website and whatever you do looks very important and technical and you should be proud for having such an important job! )


Spygirl
Member

04-23-2001

Monday, April 05, 2004 - 8:46 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Hey! in fairness, when some of us posted at the beginning, the rules were not spelled out! I interpreted it to just be kept very simple.

Urgrace
Member

08-19-2000

Tuesday, April 06, 2004 - 7:37 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Hi, I am a mom, and I like to paint. My son is all grown up, but he can not take care of things. He was born with a brain that is broke. That means that he can think but he can not do, so I help him do things. While I help him he makes me laugh. Since I like to paint I did his wall for him to help make him laugh some more. His wall now has palm trees and sand and sea on it. He likes it. He is a great guy. I love my job.


Herckleperckle
Member

11-20-2003

Sunday, May 16, 2004 - 10:10 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I have no real job but want one. I do write a bit and get paid for it from time to time. I push a key to send my work on to where it needs to go.

When I wake up, I walk my dog, Herc. We go to the place where there are lots of graves. Herc runs in the woods and I walk. I move my legs and that is good. Herc smiles and that is good.

We come home where I feed my dog his treats. I eat, too. Then I take my bath and do my hair while Herc naps. Next, I look at what Tess writes. Then I scan for jobs. At times I write to friends.

I watch shows and clean the place. I cook food and eat. I look for jobs and write. When I am done, I feel like a break.

I drive the dog to the lake, a dog park. On the way, Herc squeals. He knows what's up. When we walk through the gate, I take off Herc's leash. I walk and he runs. I look at the sand and birds and the waves. Herc digs. He pees on things. He plays with dogs. When my back hurts, we get in the car and drive home.

At home, Herc naps while I fix food for Ed and me. When Herc smells the food, he wakes up. Then he begs for his food. So I feed him. Then Ed and I eat. Then it's Ed's turn to walk Herc and take the trash out. They walk near where we live while I put my feet up or fold clothes.

When Ed comes home, Herc goes to sleep. Then Ed goes to sleep. I stay up. I watch shows and talk to friends. I write to friends. I read. Then I join Ed and Herc and go to sleep in our big bed.

The End.

Hermione69
Member

07-24-2002

Tuesday, May 18, 2004 - 2:05 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
i check out books.

Koko586
Member

02-25-2004

Thursday, May 20, 2004 - 5:55 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I work at the place to see films. I take the cash. I card the kids who try to see R films. I make the kids shut up in the film. I sweep the floor. I move the trash from the floor to the bin. The trash seems a lot like the trash Lance works with! I get to sneak in and watch the films.