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currently (for 2 more days anyways) building sheet metal deer feeders. uses A/C ductwprk machinery to form the edges, crimps and th elike. hammer it together, weld on some legs, poof, a feeder.
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Now that I'm awake, I guess the job I have now is fairly unusual. I'm a Generation Dispatcher for a major electric company. I handle our power plants East of Texas.
Way way back I made cotton *****, 120,000 a day. I don't know if this is a record or not, but after a tornado struck our warehouse, I owned 57 jockey straps.
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Then there was the fence picket cutting job. I cut the notches at the end of the pickets. Quit after 2 days and didn't even go back for the measly paycheck.
when cars are band new they have those sheets of white plastic on 'em. and when they ripped it off plastic would be stuck around the edges of the little plastic thing that sprayed the windsheild with the washer fluid. so I got to go around and open the hood, remove the hood liner thing, pop out the plastic thing and get the last bit of plastic. that was fun, my fingers were swole at the end of the day. we also got to drive cars, that was way cool.
My unusual job was in 1974 to 1975 making money. I was a pressman for the Bureau of the Mint, Coining Division, here in S.F.. The first 20 minutes was fun. After that, sheer boredom. I made the Bi-Centennial silver dollars for sale to the general public, not for currency use. One at a time.
Wash the blanks.
Dry the blanks.
Oil the blanks.
Dry the blanks again.
Insert blank with large tweezers on bottom die.
Take hand out. (very important)
Hit safety button w/ left hand.
Hit press button w/ right hand.
2 hits with 200 tons of pressure.
Take out coin w/ same tweezers.
Put coin in tray.
Repeat the above sequence.
Over and over and over and over..............
Wish I had one of those presses and a set of dies and a bin full of blanks.
The hell with that. Wish I had the gold bars I saw in the lower vault; guarded by 4 very heavily arm non-smiling guards.
My most unusual....I was a carney. I made funnel cakes and french fries at carnivals and concerts. At first I thought....sweet! They're going to pay me to make food (and eat it when no one looks).
Now....I never want to see another funnel cake for the rest of my life. We used to have to be there at 3am for some events, and it was always cold in the morning, and smoldering hot by the day. We had carnivals in Camden where....ugh....people were just flat out ignorant, and things where it's all teenage kids whose parents neglected the 'please' and 'thank you' lessons from the parental handbook, and some that were just so mindnumbingly boring you were willing to quit and walk home 300 miles.
I did once, however, get to go to an airshow in Maryland. The last event of the show was an F-117 Stealth Fighter flyover. It was awesome how he was radio'ing in and the airfield was pumping it through the P.A. He made 3 passes....one....two....three BOOM. And it fell out the sky at the end of the runway into a small development. The pilot made it out, but the plane was obviously lost, and the scramble was on to collect EVERY single piece of the wreckage. It was unbelieveable. Looked like a corner of it sheared off, and it just fell out of the sky like a piece of debris.
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