What has been your favorite job?

oldbeachgal

oldbeachgal

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I'm just curious, what was your absolute favorite job and why?

Hands down, my favorite job (besides been a mom) has been the job I started a year ago.

After visiting my mom several times a week at an Assisted Living, I noticed that many of mom's friends did not have any family members that would come to visit. They used to remark that mom was so lucky to have me. At that particular time, I had a job in the corporate world, but knew someday I would follow my dream: To make a difference in senior's lives. So, last year, I quit my job and started working as a senior caregiver. I love going to see my clients and trying my best to make a difference in their day. It truly makes me heart happy!!
 

The real jobs I had really didn't love but they paid my bills
My favorite 'volunteer job' occurred in 2006,8 members of my church inc me,with 6 other church members from 2 Presbyterian churches were sent by our Presbytery to D'Iberville,Mississippi, small coastal town to help with the clean up after Hurricanes Katrina and Rita nearly destroyed their town.We were there for a week. Our group ranged in ages from 20's-60's
I had seen the destruction on TV,but to see it up close and in person was mind boggling.We quickly bonded with the residents we helped,other church members from South Carolina who were also staying in our camp.I personally bonded with a couple of our church members I didn't know that well
It was the most rewarding experience I have ever been a part of Sue
 

I posted this several months ago on wunna my threads, but it is what it is;


When we moved closer to town, I got an evening job at a rather posh restaurant.
The Hillvilla.
It worked well with my junior year schedule.
Work till 11pm…sleep through class..if I went.

Washing pots and pans.
My first day, I ran a sink full of water, hot and cold.
The owner, Ed Palaske, reminded me of Mr McGoo, kindly, gently turned off the cold water.
Hot water and steam came outta the tap.
‘We don’t use cold water. It’s not so sanitary.’
His hands and forearms looked like lobsters...no hair, red, much like a burn victim.
Lou, the cook, doing a great impression of Ed Asner, just leaned on the counter and grinned.
Damn, I’d never known hot water up till then.
The crab pots and pans, from making crab louie, did loosen up better.

Then I graduated to the salad bar.
Much like a bar tender.
The waitresses would come up, order, and I’d prep, sip a coke and munch on crackers.

This one waitress, guess she was in her late thirties, would tell me dirty jokes and chit chat when ordering.
She had blonde hair, all pulled back, like Kim Novak in Vertigo....rather buxom...like my dad’s Police gazette gals.
I had fantasies about her while I was sleeping in class.

Sometimes a dignitary would call me over,
‘Hey sport, here’s a buck, get me a pack of Winstons outta the machine...keep the change.’

If a patron didn’t like their meal, one of us would get it.
Damn, it was good.

After my shift, and the upstairs was closing, I’d head downstairs and get another coke from the bar, and if lucky, I’d chat more with Kim Novak, and watch her sit there, undulating.

I think that was my best high school job.

I know it was.
 
I had a job making up grocery ads. This was waaaay before the computer days and when I did "cut and paste", I REALLY did "cut and paste". I had several large "clip books" and three typewriters that printed different size print from regular size to very large.

They'd give me a list of the upcoming specials and any special clip art that the manufacturers wanted used and I'd paste up the ads and write the copy.

Then when all the ads were done, I'd print them up (on a real printing press) and make 90+ packets that would go out to the little IGA stores in Indiana. They'd then give them to their weekly newspapers for the Thursday grocery ads.

It wasn't a fine job with a top advertising agency, but I really enjoyed it.
 
It was in a big city hospital as a medical & surgical photographer. The hosp provided me with a studio and darkroom.

IF it was in an "OR" I had to dress just like everybody else in the room. A pain where the sun don't shine but absotively

necessary.
 
I had many jobs in the 40some yrs of employment but the one I learned the most was inside/outside sales for a metals broker when the foundry industry was still blooming in the U.S. I was doing a man's job and probably the only woman West of the Mississippi who doned a hard hat and went into factories and sold "coke" for the furnaces. I also sold pig iron. My boss was one smart man to send me out into the wilds and do a man's job as I did pretty well, BUT didn't make the man's salary but learned so much and how to handle rejection when I didn't make a sale. I burned out after 9 yrs and choose to leave making over $73K back in the early 80''s... Boss wanted me to stay and kept saying, but you'll be making $100K in a couple yrs...at that point money meant nothing, I had no more blood. But as I said learned so much and travelled a lot.
 
I was the only male, apart from the chef, in an all female university hall of residence, with a master key to the bedrooms of 600 or so nubile young ladies!

Takes some beating!

My wife never really did get used to my being greeted enthusiastically by a bunch of young women, who had obviously dined well, queuing up to give me hag when we were out shopping, even though most of them hugged her too!
 
Early jobs were in a travel agency and then as a typist until at the age of 48 I went to college and trained for the job I'd always wanted and that was to be a nursery nurse. My favourite job once I'd qualified was helping to run the creche for a local Children's Charity. But my best 'job' has been the non paying one looking after my grandson for 3 days a week from when he was about 10 months old until he started school.
 
After graduating from Nursing school and becoming a Practical Nurse I held at least 4 nursing positions in different hospitals. I would have stayed in the hospital where I trained but it was to far to travel,especially in bad weather. I just couldn't find the right place for me. Finally, I found a small nursing home that was a renovated farm house. There was a new wing but many of the original rooms with large bay windows remained. I liked the staff, the patients were long term and I got to know the families as well. These people were treated with dignity, meals were like homemade and holidays were special for all of us. I never minded working on a holiday. These people were not well off by any means. I guess back then it was more affordable than it is today. I stayed until I was married.
 
I can't think of any favorite job, but there were some that I remember for being bad.
I went on a training cruise in the Naval Reserve and was assigned to mess cooking. It did not involve cooking, it was dishwasher, hot , steamy on a rolling sub chaser. On active duty I was given an old Colt revolver and sent to bring a prisoner from the Binghamton NY jail to the brig in Brooklyn......on the bus. I believe that old Colt was left over from WW1.
In civilian life I didn't like firing people, but sometimes it was necessary. A few times I was the firee.
 
I spent over 30 years with General Dynamics, but the very best position was Energy Systems Procurement Manager. I had a nice office overlooking San Diego Bay, a secretary and a position on the Managing board. I parked in plant right outside my office. We built systems for energy development. I had 22 paid sick days and 30 days vacation.
 
Best job, without a doubt: Playing in bands that I led, ten years in Chicago, twenty in Austin. Lots of fun, travel, women. I tried to make another go of it, last year, but things just weren't happening when it came to finding the talent I was used to, in my sidemen. Oh well.
 
My best job was setting in the directors chair at CBS, telling people what a tv scene should look like, lasted about 15 minutes, so you could say I had my 15 minutes of fame.
 
My favorite job was teaching at a college. Great boss, great colleagues, and students who needed help I could give them. Everyone who worked there was very supportive of one another and of the students. It took awhile before I got used to being paid for doing what I loved.
 
Years ago when I was in my early 30's I worked as a nurses aid in two nursing homes.On my breaks I would use my lunch breaks to sit with some of the residents and enjoyed listening to their stories about their lives in general.There was a lady who's family had not came to ever visit her after they had just dumped her like she was just a piece of trash.I took her under my wings so to speak and without neglecting the rest of the residences there spent as much time as I could with her.
After I got in my car to drive home after my shift I'd sit just sit there just crying after seeing another human being who deserved much better treatment then she had gotten from her adult children.:(
 
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