Well, despite the CIA letting me down.... I'm the Medical Supply Logistics for my unit currently on rear-detachment, also the NCOIC for the unit medical board. Studying psychology at a community college right now, and only a year left in the army. Woop woop.
I got yelled at by a dude at self checkout for 10 minutes cause he was waiting for a cashier to finish his order and he got mad cause it never said anywhere that he had to select his payment method on the touch screen. HE WAS AT BLOOD F-ING SELF CHECKOUT!!!
Sprint Customer Support. I handle bills, all account details from adding lines to plan changes, and I help you get that iPhone that you've always wanted. :P
Or at least, I was until we all got fired last week.
@ivellios-See thats why I dont work customer service. I would have hit him.
This is why I do customer support over the phone. I can daydream about strangling doctors with my headset cord -and- still keep my job.
With a steady hand, Aosoth batters you with an orb sigil. You say, "Ow." You say to Aosoth, "Bitch." Aosoth blinks. You exclaim, "That hurt!" Lord Aosoth, of the Thirst says to Caelya, "I bring out the best in people."
My job actually allows me to be a dick to people, whether it's a crappy guy we hired, that now we'd rather have quit. Or a crappy general contractor who tries to weasel out of charges. That's when I get the sign to really stick it to em.
I wish I could hire you for a day to be a jerk to one of the guys where I am now... and get him to quit.
Over the last six months, I've been an intern, managed a coffee bar, been a freelance photographer, photographer's assistant, and semi-professional house-sitter/dog-watcher. Mostly all at the same time. Right now, I am still in the coffee scene in my city, working at a new shop and running its social media. I am in the process of trying to enlist with the U.S. Navy.
Prior to having my daughter, I was an academic in a University, currently on a career break to be Mum until she starts pre-school, then its back to academia. Unless my husband can sell the idea of sprog no. 2 (he is trying) then it's a few more years of Mumming before returning to work.
I wish I could hire you for a day to be a jerk to one of the guys where I am now... and get him to quit.
Over the last six months, I've been an intern, managed a coffee bar, been a freelance photographer, photographer's assistant, and semi-professional house-sitter/dog-watcher. Mostly all at the same time. Right now, I am still in the coffee scene in my city, working at a new shop and running its social media. I am in the process of trying to enlist with the U.S. Navy.
I was, until recently, a non-Union sparky (electrician). Then I got a great job working in data comm, because the pay rate was almost twice what I was making, and because real electricians do most of your work for you. So work half as hard, make twice as much was great. That was apparently too much to pay me, because I was then laid off with half of my company. Yay American economy! Now I'm a student, a poolee in the DEP to enlist in the Marine Corps, and most importantly a father to the most beautiful little girl in the entire world. If my daughter didn't keep me endlessly afk on Imperian and preoccupied with the joys of fatherhood, I'd most certainly go insane from my lack of going to work 40+ a week for the first time since I was 16.
Oh hey there. I'm actually active in this game again so I suppose I should share my dirty little secret.
I'm a romance and erotica writer. I work four to five days a week writing, editing and doing photo editing work as a smut slinger. I have no publisher, I'm actually riding the wave of e-publishing where I sell direct (or at least more directly) to amazon, barnes and noble, itunes, smashwords, all romance e-books and a few other small publishers.
I work for myself, make my own money and I suppose have enough rope to hang myself with when I get lazy since I don't have unemployment to fall back on. I'm not new to this, I actually have been reading erotica and to a very small degree, romance, since I was a kid. It's a good living and since I'm centrally located next to most everything I'll ever need I don't even use a car. I walk everywhere and take a cab for the occasional trip out to a bar or for groceries or whatever. Sadly it has made me into a homebody and I miss my coworkers from my old job, but this is far less stressful. I work between 20 and 50 hours a week, though normally not more than 30.
I keep my costs low, my income is decent and I have no kids. I save everything and I have a list of things I want to get. It's low key and I like it that way.
Also, if your mom has a kindle and reads romance she probably buys from me or someone I know of professionally or know personally.
Essentially my life of solitude is spent getting drunk on my easy chair and writing mudsex, but with a storyline and feelings attached. It's all rather formulaic and I'm considering doing a real book eventually, but that is far in the future.
You know, I knew what Volpe did for a living before this, but I never actually considered the fact that my romance-reading mother, aunts, and co-workers are very possibly reading Volpe-smut.
The thought is unsettling, for some reason.
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
I work crap hours for a large security company with crap pay(but nice health benefits and surprisingly good vacation time), trying to support myself and my girl(soon to be wife). Saving up money for my firearm permit(since armed security spits on my pay) and college. Hoping within the next couple years to get into law enforcement and make a decent living to support a family. It's not much, but it's life, and I'm damn happy with it.
You know, I knew what Volpe did for a living before this, but I never actually considered the fact that my romance-reading mother, aunts, and co-workers are very possibly reading Volpe-smut.
The thought is unsettling, for some reason.
The average mean age for US/Canadian women is about 58 for romance readers, but 50 (and falling) for e-readers. I sell short stories that are normally about 5000 words long for 2.99. It's all impulse buy convenience porn.
I think the reason that it is unsettling is because romance novels are the equivalent of a hustler or a playboy for women with a few minor differences.
The average mean age for US/Canadian women is about 58 for romance readers, but 50 (and falling) for e-readers. I sell short stories that are normally about 5000 words long for 2.99. It's all impulse buy convenience porn.
I think the reason that it is unsettling is because romance novels are the equivalent of a hustler or a playboy for women with a few minor differences.
I think it's more because with text sex you can use your imagination to get the perfect image of what you want. This is why mudsex and ERP are popular because it's basically interactive crowd-sourced erotic fiction writing. You get to make the porn you want for free!
Although, some people just like to pretend they're guzzling down two feet of unicorn wang, but hey, who the hell cares?
I own a photography/illustration business that helps with extra money but most of my income comes from delivering and setting up furniture in the PA, OH, and NY areas for pretty good pay. I enjoy the labor for exercising. I sometimes play gigs for drumming and even smaller shows with my guitar singing weird joke songs.
I'm a broke college student, working on an artsy degree, doing my best to go against the hipster mold of the coffee capital of the US. But I've resigned to looking for a job as a Barista, or working at a used bookstore for extra money.
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Batman.
Or at least, I was until we all got fired last week.
You say, "Ow."
You say to Aosoth, "Bitch."
Aosoth blinks.
You exclaim, "That hurt!"
Lord Aosoth, of the Thirst says to Caelya, "I bring out the best in people."
“The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.”
Domain/hosting reseller here. I also specialise in network security for SME's.
Oh, and I pretend to code from time to time. Usually in BASH, Lua and small bits of Python and C.
I'm a romance and erotica writer. I work four to five days a week writing, editing and doing photo editing work as a smut slinger. I have no publisher, I'm actually riding the wave of e-publishing where I sell direct (or at least more directly) to amazon, barnes and noble, itunes, smashwords, all romance e-books and a few other small publishers.
I work for myself, make my own money and I suppose have enough rope to hang myself with when I get lazy since I don't have unemployment to fall back on. I'm not new to this, I actually have been reading erotica and to a very small degree, romance, since I was a kid. It's a good living and since I'm centrally located next to most everything I'll ever need I don't even use a car. I walk everywhere and take a cab for the occasional trip out to a bar or for groceries or whatever. Sadly it has made me into a homebody and I miss my coworkers from my old job, but this is far less stressful. I work between 20 and 50 hours a week, though normally not more than 30.
I keep my costs low, my income is decent and I have no kids. I save everything and I have a list of things I want to get. It's low key and I like it that way.
Also, if your mom has a kindle and reads romance she probably buys from me or someone I know of professionally or know personally.
Essentially my life of solitude is spent getting drunk on my easy chair and writing mudsex, but with a storyline and feelings attached. It's all rather formulaic and I'm considering doing a real book eventually, but that is far in the future.
The thought is unsettling, for some reason.
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
Huh, I'm a referee too.
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
So you enjoy them...