jerseykrs said:

and now look at you.....firing people at will.....

retina said:

We had a wide variety of brains, let's say. Actually, the program was in a bit of trouble when I was there because it had shown to be "discriminatory" against African Americans. We probably had five of five hundred files that were of black folks. So, the big thing was to recruit them at the time.

I learned some fascinating correlations which I'd be happy to share at some time.

The autopsy was an interesting experience. I had to leave the room midway through, because the sawing of the head made me need to be sick. I came back in when the brain was on the table, and watched it be dissected. It was kind of creepy, considering the woman had only died three hours before. Having the body ready for autopsy almost immediately following the death is VERY important for the doctors at Sanders-Brown.

I was a housekeeper at a mom n pop motel. The thing i hated the most was opening the doors in the morning not being able to tell if they had gone or not. i usually tried to wait as long as possible. i never wanted to walk in on anyone. It was an interesting job. There were regular prostitutes that came for a few hours every week, at least thats what the other maids said they were. I hardly ever got tips the manager of the place always used to get there early and check the rooms and take any tips. One time there was a car show in town, i was left a nice tip a stuffed dog and a note asking me to return that night for some fun i think at that time i was only 17 or 18 it freaked me out. the older maid that was cleaning with me that day found the guys stash of dirty magazines and turned to a particular page and placed it on his pillow... i was so i left a note thanking him for the offer but declined.

Nero said:

Oh damn, that's truly disturbing. Her family must have still been in shock over her death when the surgeon cut her open.

First job ever was working for the United States Geological Survey...I worked in a lab separating rock samples, creating mineral slides and analyzing magnetic patterns under a microscope. I made $3.15 an hour...

retina said:

Well, the family has YEARS to prepare in most cases. The family's the ones that notifies the program. The bodies are put back together in such a way that an open-casket ceremony is more than acceptable, if that's what your after.

The more disturbing part is thinking, "Wow, just a few hours ago, this woman was a breathing, thinking, ALIVE person, and here she is." It sort of made me appreciate life that much more.

Any way, yeah.

Nero said:

True. That was actually the first thing my thoughts touched upon before I started thinking about her family.

retina said:

I guess I think of myself more than others.

The lady in question had had Alzheimer's for about a decade any way, so she'd been "dead" for awhile, all things considered.

Nero said:

Don't get me started on the Schiavo track.

retina said:

retina said:

I'd rather not. I'd hate to make you think I give two shits about Terri Schaivo.

**Here it bloody comes.

My first real job which I got at 16, was working the concession stand at a bingo parlor. I got it because the next-door neighbor lady who I'd known for years was talking to my dad one day and she told him the youth agency she worked for was opening this bingo parlor to help raise funds, and she and my dad decided I needed to get a job and should work there.

So I found out about being hired for my first ever job when my dad informed me I now had a job.

The bingo parlor was brand new and the "concession stand" at that time was just a small counter in the back that sold the basics like chips, candy, popcorn, pop, coffee, doughnuts, and nachos. Later on they added hot dogs, BBQs, and some other junk to the menu, so there was quite a bit of work to do to cleaning all the equipment, preparing the food, and the actual selling.

I also had to: watch the little kids in the kiddie area nearby the concession stand; push a cart around the room twice a night and refill coffee or sell candy and chips off the cart; and (and this was the worst part of the job I hated the most) before the parlor got one of those new-fangled lightup number counters for blackout bingo that kept track of how many balls had been called, during that game I had to go stand up on the platform next to the caller and keep a running tally on a blackboard of how many balls had been called, or flip over these big cards with numbers on them that kept track of the number of balls called. It sucked and I felt like an idiot standing up there like that.

This particular parlor's theme was western, so for a uniform I had to wear jeans and an ugly western shirt, a red bandana and a big COWBOY HAT.

In some ways it was a good first job but in other ways it was shitty because working in a bingo parlor can also be dangerous to your health. Those old folks would smoke up a storm while they played bingo for 4 hours to where the air became so thick you could practically set something in the air and it would hang there, suspended by the smoke; and also those bingo players could get *very* passionate about the game, especially if they didn't win, and sometimes they'd throw their hard cards at your head. Those hard cards can hurt.

Well...when i was 15 i did work experience...one week at a local newspaper, and one week at a local music store. The manager at da music store LOVED me, and asked me 2 come back at Christmas to be a Christmas casual. I actually wrote letterz 2 all da placez i wanted 2 go for work experience at. ANd...months later when i went for christmas casual training- the woman at da front desk knew who i was when i told her my name i recall! She remembered my letter

ANYWAYZ...dat was my first job- as a Christmas casual at a music store

My first job was at McDonalds. I worked there for about 2 months. I made sandwhiches and fried the fries. I never ate anything while I worked there. The amount of disgusting grease in that place makes me sick just thinking about it. The floors, the walls, the equipment were all greasy. Each night that I came home, my skin smelled like grease. This McDonalds was on W 7 Mile Road in Detroit.

dreamfactory313 said:

My sister's first real job was at a Taco Bell. Your post reminded me of how much she hated that job and of how greasy - literally - she'd be when she came home after a shift. She got bad acne the entire time she worked at Taco Bell too, from all the grease.

My first job was when I was in high school I worked at McDonalds it sucked ass.

Mostbeautifulgrlntheworld said:

Tell me about it.

I thank god that I never had to work in fast food.


My attitude probably would have gotten me fired anyway.