What Do You Do For A Living?

Pretty good variety here, it's pretty interesting seeing what you guys do.
 
I'm an electrician at a large paper mill. After high school I knew too much to consider college or the military so I bounced around all types of jobs before starting my apprenticeship. I've been at my present job for almost five years. Before this I had worked my way up from electrician to maintenance manager at a small paper mill. They moved all production to China and forced me to find a better job. At my old job I could walk from one end of the property to the other in a few minutes and knew everyone by name. On my present job I use a golf cart to get around and I only work in one of seven different electrical areas within the mill.
 
I work in the tool room for a major door and window manufacturer located in Pella, Iowa. Splitting time between die build and knife grinding services. I honestly love my duties and the company I work for.
 
I run the low voltage cabling division of the largest electrical contractor in NH. Before that, I was with a cabling company, and before that, in the USAF.

Oh yeah, I've also been know to mod a knife or two in my spare time.
 
Oh, I guess I should also add I'm president of a chapter of a non-profit organization. That can take up a lot of time, but I volunteer for it and do a lot of homeless outreach.
 
I run a sausage making operation for a major food store chain in NJ.
 
Where about in Jersey, Bill? My mother lives in Lakehurst and I'll be hitting up the USS New Jersey with my grandfather who served on it next week (or rather the week after)
 
Im the owner/ Operator of a farm drainage company since 2009 Before that 15 years in construction 6 laborer and 9 as an operator. As a side note in the knife world Im one of the lucky ones, I use a knife hundreds of times per day to cut tile Like literaly hundreds of times a day in the mud. So much so No one would consider leaving the shop each morning without sharpening their knife first.
Here is a few of my machines in action




 
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Cadillac86 said:
Where about in Jersey, Bill? My mother lives in Lakehurst and I'll be hitting up the USS New Jersey with my grandfather who served on it next week (or rather the week after)
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2 towns over from Lakehurst, lol. I sous be available on Weds and Sunday. I'll send you a message.
And thank you for his Service.
 
Specialty Food Broker. Been in the specialty/gourmet food industry my entire career. Now I seek out,sign on,and represent specialty food lines into the marketplace. We focus on independent markets, gourmet shops,farmers markets and many other venues. I solicit stuff from bacon to hotsauce. What's not to love?
BTW Bill, which chain in New Jersey do you make sausage for?
 
I am with Saker Shoprites. I primarily work out of their Freehold commissary. Prior to that I used to be a Butcher for around 10 yrs, between Saker Shoprites and Butcher Van Gourmet Meats.
 
fishiker said:
I'm an electrician at a large paper mill. After high school I knew too much to consider college or the military so I bounced around all types of jobs before starting my apprenticeship. I've been at my present job for almost five years. Before this I had worked my way up from electrician to maintenance manager at a small paper mill. They moved all production to China and forced me to find a better job. At my old job I could walk from one end of the property to the other in a few minutes and knew everyone by name. On my present job I use a golf cart to get around and I only work in one of seven different electrical areas within the mill.
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If you don't mind saying, what mill do you work at? I used to pick up at several in VA. There are some really big ones that I wanted to tour. I spent most of my life in paper mills since my dad was the maint. superintendent/electrical engineer at one from before I was born and I worked there for many years.
 
I work at the MWV plant in Covington, VA. Depending on how many years ago it's been you may know it as Westvaco. The company is in the process of merging with Rock-Tenn and we have no idea what the new name will be.
 
It was 5 years ago but yeah, I've been there. I love that part of the country.
 
Any time you find you may be nearby send me an email and lunch/dinner will be on me.
 
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Presently I am a retailer purveyor of worms. In the past I have been an insulation installer (officially retired), bartender, bar manager, waiter, railroad car painter, lead burner, regional salesman of sporting goods, gun shop operator, warehouse supervisor, door to door salesman, pot washer, go cart track manager. lawn and yard care specialist, retail sales of men's apparel, retail sales of specialty culinary equipment, indoor firearm range clerk and custodian, motorcycle show promoter and a bunch more stuff I can't recall this AM. Most of this has been in preparation of my final goal of a becoming a cowboy, astronaut or HOBO.
So far the Hobo thing looks to have the most possibility for me.
 
Speaking of hobos.
These two hobos (Buddy and Hal) were walking down the RR tracks lamenting on how hungry they were when they came across a dead raccoon.
Hal says...heck yeah, food, at last!!
Now this poor raccoon had been dead for quite awhile you understand, but ol' Hal was so dang hungry he commenced to chowing down.
He looks up at Buddy and asks between a mouthful of rancid raccoon meat if he was going to have some?
Buddy said nah, I'll wait for something better on down the line, but please...enjoy your meal Hal.

So.....an hour or so later they were shuffling along the afore mentioned tracks when they spied a dead deer in the bushes along side of the tracks.
The poor deer was pretty mangled up (must have been hit by a passing train) and looked to have been laying there for a goodly spell, but the raccoon was a pretty meager meal for ol' Hal, and his belly was still aching with hunger pains (hunger pains?) and he commenced to cutting strips off the haunch of the long dead deer and stuffing them in his mouth.
And being the gentleman he is he asked his old buddy Buddy if he was going to have some, but again, Buddy said he'd pass in hopes of a better meal later on down the tracks.

Sooo...not too long after the deer feast they were shuffling along the same said tracks when it became clear the pains in Hal's gut weren't just from hunger and he spewed forth a torrent of vomit akin to an erupting volcano or Linda Blair in the Excorsist.:barf:

Ol' Buddy being the smarter of the two was anticipating the upckucking and he whipped out his trusty spoon and says....

Finally a hot meal!, and commenced to shoveling the still warm vomit into his salivating mouth.
 
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