I was a systems analyst for a large pharmaceutical company without a college diploma because I made a complicated thing in Excel as a temp that got ‘hot’.
It was weird because I didn’t want it. I was a temp and I cut my hours down to four hours a day, started taking community college courses to hopefully end up as a special ed teacher, and basically did whatever I could to convince them to let go of me. Long cigarettes breaks and all.
Custodian at a biomedical facility was weird.
Running a business (doing the boring stuff) so my brother can do work that he loves is weird. It’s animal trapping. I helped him with killer bees once. They flung their bodies at the truck as we wore painters coveralls thinking it would help. Sounded like hail.
Geez, I could just talk about the times I went on calls with him in animal trapping to give weird stories. It’s … weird that I’m doing this now. Fuck money.
Oh I did bodyguard stuff at parties as a teenager a few times. “Hey ken? You’re muscular and tall. Stand by the door and act mean to anybody who is an asshole”.
Almost went to India in 1993 for a five year contract. Made friends with an Indian guy at a temp job. Turned out he was REALLY in the US to scope out new business opportunities for his father’s business which was making shoes in India and had a name for itself there. His dad figured America would have “the Future” in it, and sent his son over to scope out the US.
So he wanted to convert his shoe business into a computer manufacturing business with sales and support.
It was really close and I was super tempted, but I realized that I *know* I’d fall in love with India if I ever went there, and then I’d never come home again. So even after long discussions with his father long distance on the phone (expensive back then) I declined.
To think, that was two years before Windows 95. I’d have been rich. Whatever. Fuck money.
That’s awesome. I know Id love it there too, even now. One women from India on Google+ when I was on it a lot loved my posts and had a little crush on me for a bit. Said I’d be guru if I was in India and have lots of followers. Can’t say it wasn’t tempting me to India but I’d feel like a sham.
Yeah. I feel bad. I don’t go on G+ much anymore, but when I check my posts every few weeks, she likes all of them, responds sometimes. I respond back.
Been doing it for years. She’s got a cold hearted father and the women in the village around her aren’t very nice to her at all. Feel bad. I’m glad she has friends online as an escape.