the things we do for love

[oiran]

seen on elethe's LJ: job meme

I have been…

• visual artist


• writer (both cursive and print, age 3)


• literary critic


• unqualified and ineffective literacy teacher (age 7)


• teacher's aide


• door-to-door cookie pusher


• inadvertent aider and abetter in parental drug activity


• field worker (strawberries, raspberries, blueberries--blueberries are the best, by far)


• pornographer-for-hire (age 13)


• babysitter


• large-scale event planner


• office manager for an insurance claims group (my after school job!)


• ineffective salesperson for high school yearbook ads (zero ads sold!)


• medical transcriptionist


• psychiatric office manager


• self-employed medical transcriptionist


• applications programmer/trainer


• temp worker (i.e., paid to read for 8 hours a day), which included: summarizing notes from a non-profit's weekend retreat, which were written with magic markers on giant post-its; running a Bureau of Indian Affairs legal office; yawning and waiting for phones to ring at innumerable locations.


• stunned and perpetually offended whipping girl for evil bitch lawyer


• office manager for a cancer research group


• financial services office manager


• trainee florist


• cancer clinical trials coordinator/medical writer

~~~this is where the money stops completely~~~

• nominal housewife (i.e., I'm a wife, and I'm in a house)


• graphic designer/color consultant/painter


• web designer


• still an artist


• still a writer and pornographer

I have never sold things (except cookies, I guess) or served food or beverages. No service. No retail. No food. No, no, no. Now that those seem to be the only jobs in the universe, the fact that I have never done these things makes it seem like I'm hiding something sinister.

But the fact that I started "working" at the same things I enjoy doing now (and get paid just as well) should tell me something about what I ought to do for money. A zillion issues and excuses aside, it's pretty plain to me that I've always known what I wanted to do. I don't know whether to be delighted or kill myself.

Comments

[akacat.livejournal.com]

Inquiring minds want to know--what did 'pornographer for hire' involve at age 13?

[velvetglove.livejournal.com]

The best way to explain this is to link to this ooooold post:

I was a teenage pornographer

Dirty, but not terrible-dirty.

[akacat.livejournal.com]

That's really different. And kind of cute, in a pervy sort of way.

It vaguely reminds me of a very nice artist I met once, who among other things, illustrates x-rated comic books. It was a con, and he was wearing a custom made name tag that read: Phil Foglio, Gentleman Pornographer.

[hey-miss-missy.livejournal.com]

stunned and perpetually offended whipping girl for evil bitch lawyer

This? Is the description I'm using for my current job from now on. Talk about describing a job to a "t"!

[velvetglove.livejournal.com]

You should see if they'll put it on your business cards. It might make it almost worth staying in the job.

My loathing of lawyers--specifically, female lawyers--very nearly knows no bounds thanks to that woman.

[hey-miss-missy.livejournal.com]

You should see if they'll put it on your business cards. It might make it almost worth staying in the job.

Heh. Oh, I don't get business cards. I'm temping for this bizzatch. And it's going to get even better, since she just approved a job posting - for my position.

My reward for months of this hellish experience? Unemployment!

At least it will be over soon.

Ah, that was cathartic. Thank you!

My loathing of lawyers--specifically, female lawyers--very nearly knows no bounds thanks to that woman.

Two (two!) of my good friends are female lawyers. Thank goodness for it, or I'd have the same loathing.