Let’s play.

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You won’t get paid, but my undying gratitude should be reward enough.

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This is an easy one for me….

Nurse/doctor.

I’m not good with open wounds, serious illnesses, and bodily fluids. Sure, I’ll pamper you through a cold and bring you an ice pack for that sprained ankle but when the husband had a gaping hole in his stomach from a post op gall bladder removal infection that needed to be swabbed out with antiseptic every day for a week? We had to drive to the clinic each morning because the first time I tried to do it I almost vomited into the incision… and that’s the opposite of disinfecting.

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How about you?

Which profession should you avoid at all costs…

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49 thoughts on “Let’s play.”

  1. I can tell you one that I had and sucked at. When I was a teen, I got a job as one of those skating rink referees. I could barely skate forward and couldn’t even skate backwards. After my first weekend I was asked to not come back.

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      1. Being good at something is not enough reason to do it. Folks used to tell me I should be a lawyer because I argued well. I told them I didn’t want that trait to be reinforced by payment.

        Could I have Spam and eggs and Spam?

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      2. I have friends who are into wargaming and we have get togethers to have some great food and watch war movies. It’s called SPAM and victory. I will go with you and ride the spamwagon through the fire. Grilled spam? Oh yeah.

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      3. That would be unlike you, at least I hope it would. You’re the closest thing I have to a friend on social media and losing that connection would be a real drag. Should the opportunity ever present itself I promise not to eat spam in your presence.

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  2. Sooper Dooper easy. Middle school teacher. I don’t know how or then, but schools have turned into NASA facilities, where failure is not an option.
    Don’t show up for school? OK Bad grades due to total lack of effort? OK Disrespectful? Disruptive? A bully? OKOKOK!
    Parents that don’t give a fuck? Too busy being heroes to be one to their kids, so I guess that’s OK too. That’s right, FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION, even when it should be, even when it must be. A high school diploma is turning into a participation trophy because no one is being required to meet the standard. That’s not just failing the kids who struggle, but also the ones who work hard to succeed. I’d make it however long it took before I was dragging some punk to the principal’s office so I can hear all about how we must pass the problem along, over and over, until that student isn’t their problem anymore. Land of hope and glory my ass. Good luck, kids.

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  3. There are worse jobs, but I would never want to be a preachert/religious leader of any kind. I think back on an experience I had staying with a priest in Poland. Things are different there from anything we know in North America, but at a certain level of wealth the firstborn son gets the family fortune, and the secondborn son gets to go to seminary school — it has been that way since the middle ages. They have no choice except to run away and be forever outcast.
    The priest I stayed with was an atheist, so his job was pretty much convincing people to believe in a God he knew was not real. He played the part every day of his life. Worse, he could not be sexually active because priests are celibate, right? Well, this is why so many priests are child molesters — they have the ssme desires and urges as everyone else, but they have to seen as perfect people.
    The priest I was staying with with spent his days doing his duty as a religious leader, then drank himself to sleep every night fighting the urges that he knew as a human being. He did not want to hurt anyone physically, like other priests he knew who gave in to their desires, but yet he could not stop thinking about what he was missing. The “collar” was the last thing he wanted in life, but he could not disgrace his family and leave the Church.
    I tried to counsel him that living a lie is no good for anyone, but he felt the weight of history.
    He was younger than me, but I’m betting he drank himself to death a long time ago. What a horrible way to live. So, no, I could never do a job like that.

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    1. Just saying, but that little bit I gave you barely scratched the surface of that man’s demons. I stayed with him two weeks, and every night he had a different tale of woe, with no inhibitions to nold back becsuse of the alcohol. I was lucky I was alresdy an atheist, his stories would have shattered anyone’s beliefs.

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    2. That’s such a sad story. My grandfather on my mother’s side was a second son in Austria and was sent to seminary as well. They kicked him out when they found a nun hidden under his bed.
      Crazy, but true.
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      1. Seeing as he was a grandfather, he certainly did not get to be a priest. Lucky him.
        Meanwnile, i cannot imagine my 2nd oldest brother being a priest. He cheated on his wife for years, and she put up with it.

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  4. flying a commercial jet– for one thing, i’m not fond of heights, but i’m also prone to migraines and have problems with sunlight even while driving a car (so i’m guessing a plane would be worse). i also don’t like crowds of people, and don’t think i’d like to be responsible for all the travelers. nope, not for me!

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  5. A teacher, I have no patience with kids, except my own. I’d be in jail for hog tying some 12 year old and putting duck tape over their mouth for being a smart ass. And forget about parent / teacher night, if the parent was just as bad or worse than their kids, the SWAT team would have to be called in.

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