On Mon, 26 Oct 2015 17:12:08 -0400, Keyser Söze wrote:

On 10/26/15 5:03 PM, wrote:
On Mon, 26 Oct 2015 15:43:06 -0400, Keyser Söze
wrote:

On 10/26/15 3:34 PM, wrote:
On Mon, 26 Oct 2015 12:51:26 -0400, Keyser Söze
wrote:

On 10/26/15 12:43 PM, wrote:
On Mon, 26 Oct 2015 11:57:08 -0400, Keyser Söze
wrote:



There's little of value in rec.boats, and what with the behavior of the
right-wing trash here, I see no incentive to try to make it better. I
don't know why you fellows cannot understand my reluctance to "engage"
here, as it were. I've posted the reasons many times in fairly simple
English.

So you are just a troll like Slammer.


Oh...my daddy didn't have to fork over many dollars to pay for my
undergrad degree. Thanks to his union connections, I was able to get
summer jobs that paid enough to cover most of my costs, and with
part-time jobs during the semester, I had pocket money, too. I had a
fellowship from my employer at the time to cover much of the cost of my
M.A., and the pittance I was paid as a graduate teaching assistant
covered the rest.

Ah daddy got you a no show job.
It was still a waste of money if all you can come up with are these
brain farts.
At least when your buddy Boriwitz comes up with stupid **** and lies,
it is presented as satire and fairly well written. You just spew
insults and bull****. High school dropouts can do that.



You seem to not be able to understand what I am telling you. I've
explained it simply and often enough. That I don't post long or original
stuff here doesn't make me a troll. Sorry. Clean up the right-wing trash
posters here and see what happens. Not my job.

My "no show" jobs required me to show up every day and work my ass off
for eight to ten hours a day, loading 40' trucks, driving and cleaning
forklifts, and crawling inside boilers to clean and repair them,
including welding. I doubt you ever worked those sorts of physically
demanding jobs in your entire life, unless, perhaps, you chipped ice off
the decks of those Coast Guard yachts in the North Atlantic in the winter.

Some of my little handyman projects around here are as demanding as
that and I am not a teenager


Now, how would you know that? Spend nine hours a day on a loading dock,
carrying 60-80 pound crates and boxes of merchandise off a pallet and
into a hot 40' trailer and stack them floor to ceiling from the nose to
the doors?

I worked for Swift delivering meat. Walk a block in downtown DC with a
hind quarter on your shoulder and get back to me.
How about carrying 10 square of shingles from the truck, up the ladder
to the roof, then nailing them down.

I was 67

Again, how old were you?

I dug out a footer that ended up being 2 yards of dirt last summer and
that was in Florida heat that is too much for you, sitting in a chair
reading your book.
Don't **** with me about work, you brag that your education allows you
to sit and think in an air conditioned room for a living.

Climb inside a funky old boiler out on a railroad siding,
armed with manual and torch cutting tools, and spend the day breathing
in all the **** that's accumulated in there for a couple of decades?

That is just a ****ty job, not necessarily hard. If you like that, I
have a septic tank story for you.
Maybe if you were armed with more real life skills, you could have
found a better job.

Hey, I'm not bragging, but those were the sorts of "no show" jobs you
claimed I had. So, as usual, your assumptions were...bull****.

Sorry,

BTW how long did you do that?



These, as I stated, were my summer jobs between college semesters. I was
a teen-ager. I spent two summers as a Teamster, loading trucks at two
different plants, and a summer plus some as a cleaner-welder at the old
Bigelow Boiler Company, cleaning, guess what, boilers. I assure you, the
boiler company job was hard.

These were pretty good jobs for a college kid, and paid a lot more than
minimum wage back then.

I kept up with the welding after college, with a local union and during
the day, until I got my ticket. I worked on the morning paper in Kansas
City, and had four to five hours of "slack time" during most weekdays
and on Saturdays.

Do you think someone here, besides Don, really believes you?
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Ban idiots, not guns!

On Mon, 26 Oct 2015 21:44:07 -0400, "Mr. Luddite"
wrote:

I was born the son of a sharecropper.

You lucky *******. At least you had a profession you could inherit.
;-)

"My family was Irish. When they came here they didn't have a cushy
plantation job waiting for them" (Bill Maher)

My summer jobs were stacking mostly 80 lb alphalfa hay bales on a wagon and into a barn from sun up to sundown. Start at 6:30am to about 9pm. 6 days a week.

Usually 80-90 degrees in the direct sun and 120+ in the barn while breathing straw and hay dust all day.

One of my tougher jobs was struggling with 400 pound cubes of rubber....trying to drag them out from under the wings of a cargo ships hold and hook up to the winch for offloading. A number of the full time longshoreman disappeared....leaving a few of the reliable guys and a handful of us hired from the bullpen to do the work.

On Tue, 27 Oct 2015 10:02:56 -0700 (PDT), Tim wrote:

My summer jobs were stacking mostly 80 lb alphalfa hay bales on a wagon and into a barn from sun up to sundown. Start at 6:30am to about 9pm. 6 days a week.

Usually 80-90 degrees in the direct sun and 120+ in the barn while breathing straw and hay dust all day.

Baling and stacking hay was often a multi-family job. I really enjoyed the dinners
with two or three families, usually a huge mess of fried chichen with the goodies.
Then back to work 'til the sun went down.
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Ban idiots, not guns!

On Tue, 27 Oct 2015 12:05:39 -0700 (PDT), True North wrote:

One of my tougher jobs was struggling with 400 pound cubes of rubber....trying to drag them out from under the wings of a cargo ships hold and hook up to the winch for offloading. A number of the full time longshoreman disappeared....leaving a few of the reliable guys and a handful of us hired from the bullpen to do the work.

I suppose that was good training for a janitor's job, eh?
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Ban idiots, not guns!

John H. wrote:
On Tue, 27 Oct 2015 10:02:56 -0700 (PDT), Tim wrote:

My summer jobs were stacking mostly 80 lb alphalfa hay bales on a wagon
and into a barn from sun up to sundown. Start at 6:30am to about 9pm. 6 days a week.

Usually 80-90 degrees in the direct sun and 120+ in the barn while
breathing straw and hay dust all day.

Baling and stacking hay was often a multi-family job. I really enjoyed the dinners
with two or three families, usually a huge mess of fried chichen with the goodies.
Then back to work 'til the sun went down.
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Ban idiots, not guns!


I was pretty young when I helped my uncle hay. I drug the bales in to
position on the trailer. Could not toss them up high enough. Hard work.

On 10/27/2015 3:10 PM, John H. wrote:

On Tue, 27 Oct 2015 12:05:39 -0700 (PDT), True North wrote:

One of my tougher jobs was struggling with 400 pound cubes of rubber....trying to drag them out from under the wings of a cargo ships hold and hook up to the winch for offloading. A number of the full time longshoreman disappeared....leaving a few of the reliable guys and a handful of us hired from the bullpen to do the work.


I suppose that was good training for a janitor's job, eh?


I think that was uncalled for.

I don't know what Don did for a living but what does it matter?

I realized years ago as I watched my dad in his final days and my
father-in-law in his that what they held as jobs or had as titles in
their lives didn't matter. What mattered is they both fed and clothed
their families, paid the rent or mortgage and kept the lights on. How
they accomplished it is secondary.

On Tue, 27 Oct 2015 12:05:39 -0700 (PDT), True North
wrote:

One of my tougher jobs was struggling with 400 pound cubes of rubber....trying to drag them out from under the wings of a cargo ships hold and hook up to the winch for offloading. A number of the full time longshoreman disappeared....leaving a few of the reliable guys and a handful of us hired from the bullpen to do the work.

For just good old hard work, moving a computer system in the olden
days was right up there. You had a room full of "boxes" (computer
frames), the size of a commercial sub zero refrigerator, weighing up
to half a ton or so, connected with a buttload of cables about an inch
in diameter and up to 100 feet long. All of this had to be
disconnected and moved around all the while you were throwing 30 pound
floor tiles. Most of the time, the protective rings around the floor
tile cuts were gone and the saw cuts were razor sharp. Just another
little hazard to deal with.
.... and they wanted it all to happen on a shift, maybe two.


It was a white collar job tho, since we were still wearing suits.

The biggest system frames were called "Elemax" (size), the largest
thing you can get in a standard office building elevator with the trim
off of the interior of the elevator and the covers off the machine.
It still got ugly some time when the weight would screw up where the
car stopped and it wouldn't roll off.
A "Johnson Bar" was a handy tool to have.

On Tue, 27 Oct 2015 16:32:08 -0400, "Mr. Luddite"
wrote:

On 10/27/2015 3:10 PM, John H. wrote:

On Tue, 27 Oct 2015 12:05:39 -0700 (PDT), True North wrote:

One of my tougher jobs was struggling with 400 pound cubes of rubber....trying to drag them out from under the wings of a cargo ships hold and hook up to the winch for offloading. A number of the full time longshoreman disappeared....leaving a few of the reliable guys and a handful of us hired from the bullpen to do the work.


I suppose that was good training for a janitor's job, eh?




I think that was uncalled for.

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Yes. There his no need to stir the pot here. It just leads to more
of the same old rancor. My personal policy is not to attack anyone
unless my sensibilities have been seriously insulted.