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Started by How-doFolks, June 23, 2010, 07:05:48 PM

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Tony from Tulsa

HAHA!! You could substitute "machinist" for " guitarist" there too.
No matter where you go, there you are.

Junior

OK Tony, I checked out your site...listened to "In the Middle" and "Because" all the way through. Listened to portions of "Weight of the World," "Jar of Fireflies," and "Big Picture," and it put me in mind of that old Billy Joel song where the lyrics go something like this..."they're puttin' bread in my jar, sayin' man, what are you doin' here?" GREAT WORK! Put in your notice, clean out the bank account, load up the van, and either head to Nashville, New York City, or Los Angeles...NOW! You are good...and I hope you keep pursuing your dream, however you do it!  :D
"Howdy there folks! My name is Junior Dugan, and I'll be drivin' your diving bell!"

Tony from Tulsa

Junior, wow man! Thanks. Problem is, I can't find anyone around here serious enough about music to hook up with and for whatever reason, I have trouble performing live by myself. Thanks for the boost, I needed that. I love writing and recording. We'll see where it takes me.
No matter where you go, there you are.

Zephon

I don't really have an occupation, but I hang out at SDC...alot...and strangely enough, they like me enough to make it worth my while.  It sure beats working for a living.  To tell the truth, I haven't really had to much luck at jobs.


I tried working at a donut factory...it went in the hole.

I tried working at a brassiere company...it fell flat.

Then I became a pilot...I would pilot here and pilot there.  I still do that sometimes.

"Why do they call them Wild Women?"

PastorDon

^ I hear you Zephon!  I once worked at a cherry processing plant...it was the pits!  Frankly, I'd like to get a soft job...like stuffing cotton in the top of aspirin bottles!
In His grip!

Junior

I want the job of shooting chickens out of a cannon at the windshields of airplanes.


(Blue collar comedy group)
"Howdy there folks! My name is Junior Dugan, and I'll be drivin' your diving bell!"

How-doFolks

True story & job here..

I met my girl at a big auto auction & all we really had to do was drive cars & jump start afew of'm. It was a dream job, but they wanted to down size the company, & some of the people that made $9 -$10 driving vehicles they got rid of so they could pay people less $$$$. Well, that was us!! She was 1 month shy of 10 years in the company, & i was just shy of 5.

But, they "jerk'd our batteries out!!" :D

Live life like it's the last day!

Junior

Worst jobs ever held:       -Helped run a country store over Christmas holidays one year. Retail is not my bag, baby.
                                    -Construction laborer at a job site for 5 months. Running at the drop of the hat to please
                                      some dude that only wants to pay $7 per hour is not my bag, baby.
                                     -Announcer/news reporter for the crappiest radio station in town. The boss was worse than
                                      the radio station. Not my bag, baby.


Best jobs ever held:         -Silver Dollar City (Fun, fun, fun!)
                                    -Hee Haw Theater (Fun, fun, fun!)
                                    -Announcer/news reporter for the best radio station in the entire region. The boss was
                                     great, pretty much let me do anything I wanted to. (Fun, fun, fun!)
"Howdy there folks! My name is Junior Dugan, and I'll be drivin' your diving bell!"

How-doFolks

My worst jobs..

Pick'n bad potato chics from a conveyor belt. Stand'n in 1 place all day.
Knock'n grease off the big hitch & tongue of deisel trucks. Both jobs were REALLY greasy!!
Live life like it's the last day!

Zephon

I've never shot a chicken out of a cannon, but when I was the Marshal, I had the job of shooting a big wad of paper out of the cannon on the square at closing time.  That was fun, but I think it contributed to some hearing loss that I now experience.

"Why do they call them Wild Women?"

History Buff

Always SEEKING Memories Worth Repeating

Junior

Firing the cannon sure would have been a fun job to have. I only got "signed off" on firearms one season (1980) and I loved being in those feuds by the diving bell that year. Only thing I hated was for that five minutes of fun, we Juniors had to spend the next 20-30 minutes in our break room cleaning the shotguns we used! Ugh!
"Howdy there folks! My name is Junior Dugan, and I'll be drivin' your diving bell!"

Zephon

LOL, HB.  It was kind of awkward.  I'm right-handed, so holding the pistol in my right hand, aiming at the touch hole, you had to lean your head/left ear over into your left shoulder and wrap your left arm up over your head so you plug your right ear with your finger.  It wasn't all that effective.  Of course, shooting off our guns during street shows didn't help much either.  Back then, we used serious loads, which made for very loud bangs...not like the little pops they now make.  They sound like cap guns now.

I remember one time, Zeke Hatfield (name withheld) was carrying a sawed-off shotgun pistol (illegal and not approved by the park, but what the hey).  He was standing under the balcony of Hannah's and fired it off.  Extremely loud.  The bad thing is that Jo, our safety coordinator at the time was standing right above him on the balcony, and he didn't know it.  I swear, she jumped 3' feet in the air, durn near over the railing.  Zekey might have gotten in trouble over that one...not sure.
"Why do they call them Wild Women?"

KBCraig

That's funny. I've noticed a few things over the years that would require an NFA tax stamp, but I'm pretty sure they didn't have one.

okiebluegrass

Server support specialist (hardware) at Dell.
Musician in a local band

Best Job: Worked in IT at TWA in KC and got to fly all over the place for free.
Worst Job: Worked for 6 weeks at a Medical Billing company with an overbearing boss and clueless co-workers