Category: Jobs and Employment
So what does everyone do doing the week work, study, volunteer? I perform as a solo musician and work for the labor movement. I will also be attending National Labor College in the Fall.
When I finally crawl out of bed around noon, and before my nap at 2:00 I usually try and bathe and brush my teeth, then I start drinking about 3 and try and get to bed around 9.
In a six by nine suite, at your expense, as recompense for some extracurricular activities. They give us 3 hots and a cot, and the Internet in here, so what can I say? I guess after bashing Bubba's skull a bit too hard, I'll be in here awhile, but he's the one tried to mount from behind, you see.
well, I work for the user MAS! we have skype sex mondays to saturdays! he pays pritty good so I don't mind.
I'm an early riser. I get up, and if it is a workout day, I go in to my home gym and look at the stuff in there and walk out.
After that I take a shower, and brew coffee while turning on my computer to read the morning news, sales, and such as I sip.
About noon, it women chasing time, so I grab my girl suit, slip in to it and hit the dating sites. If I fail, I go out and wonder the streets approaching women and asking for there phone numbers.
About 5 its quitting time and a cold one, so I get back home and turn the computer back on while grabbing a beer.
I check my messages incase some of my dating sight send have paid off.
I chat, sip beer, until I get sleepy, then hopefully crawl in to bed with my days pay..
Hahahaha, guys! Thanks for the laugh. When I get something creative to put here, I will, but I don't think as fast as the rest of you.
I wake up, take a dump, go for a run, come back, make some coffee, come on the zone, bull shit around, go to class, come back, study a little, come back on the zone, go get some lunch, come back on the zone, go to class again, come on the zone, go to class yet again, then go on the zone, get dinner, go on TeamTalk for a while, oh yeah and the zone, then take some vikadin or however the hell you spell that, then I don't know what I do.
Well, she was serious when she posted here, but I just had too. Lol
lmao ryan
I dont' need to write down what I do, Barny already outed his job, when I am not doing that I am an alcoholic. I drink with my son easy-e/Juan. we just get drunk and have sex with ho's and mexican girls. sometimes we play scopa just so Juan can remember how to count to 20.
then I talk to the game about pizza and life, that it's back to anibal. that time stealing whore.
well i wake up hang out go place's eat, i skype with Mas and hit on his hot friends. then get drunk come on tt laugh and hey tel with showe. oh and listen to racist music. i also go and crush pizza like the best.
Oh and also lets not forget, i facetime with Kia all day too mmm.
I wanted to sort of start something like this because I wanted to know how many people on the site worked and what they did. I get up earlier than the sun, brew coffee, brush my dog, dress and make lunches, head off for my almost 2 hour commute to work on the subway, back home same way, dinner and all that, and bed by 10.
Thanks for the laughs guys!
I'm going to be serious though just cos I can lol!
I work fulltime on a rotating roster in customer service for a finance company starting at 8 and finishing at 7. I use the trains and when I'm lazy, the buses for travelling.
I come on the zone, well I have been lately at the time the annagram gets updated and between work, I play them and check out the drama on the boards.
Oh and one more thing, I also talk redneck with dale1982 and talk about people who need to shave there trout.
How I spend my day? mmm, I love facetiming the game! while he's facetiming me, i've got luthric sending me dirty messages about my top half, while music_richie is rubbing my bottom half..., preferably my feet! Then you got that hoe dom, (the dark hoish piggie), trying to hit on me, but he's living in a dream. He thinks that talking dirty is gonna work, but nah, I'd rather have The Ecuadorian Gentleman whispering spanish in my ear when I come around on tt! That's how I spend my day,...yep, whoring myself to whomever, accept dom!
omg kia am not part of your day?
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Well I wake up, shower, eat and drink coffie, go to school, come back, practice piano, go online
no homework, fhave dinner, then shower, then of cource brush my teeth in the morning and after I eat, I read, then if I can't sleep I just fool around
I meant do homework, excuse me all!
On the weekends, I wake up at 9, eat breakfast out, come back and practice, do some work, go online, then go out to lunch, then come back and read, then I talk with um friends, go out... usually I play piano in my nightgoun, to make the sceen more romantic
Well, I used to spend my days crying alone in my room because I'm too blind to know how to do anything or go anywhere by myself, but then I got a job following Pimped out Barney around everywhere and pulling his tail when he's mean. It's a lot more work than it sounds, and he doesn't even pay me, the bastard. I thought he was just being a lazy Mexican but I guess now I know he's too distracted by all that Skype sexing with MAS. So now I'm thinking of looking into virtual prostitution for myself, since it seems to be such a lucrative area for so many other people. I'll report back on how that goes. thank you for inspiring me with this board topic.
Lmfaooo Chelsea!
lmfaoo, never going to get bored of post 21
ahahahah Chelsea. i'll pay you in points so I can add to my day okay?
Wow. Just... wow.. Lol.
LOL no one can do anything civilized around here. LOL
What do I do? You know, the usual..
Spend about 18 hours a day on the zone, looking for some hott girls to fornicate via skype with. I spend about 40 percent of my social security check buying girls who tell me they love me premium, and I spend the other 60 percent on my future wife Sky's cell-phone bill.
My lifes dream is to one day get voted on as Community Leader, but a man can only hope right?
Oh, I also play tamberine on my light days..
lmfao! awsome
The very first thing I do every morning is strip…! The wrapping off of my chocolate bar that is! Then I lustfully bite and devour the sucker, then play with myself because chocolate to me is like that of the Duracell battery to Mr. Energizer bunny… - it keeps us going and going, and going!!!
At noon, when I’m finally satiated, I roll my 300 pounds body out of bed, I’d order a triple big mac burgers, an extra extra large fries 2 liters of coke from McDonalds, and proceeded to stuff my face! At 2, it was time to go downtown and put on a show for the public… I’d sit on a wall, poke my finger in my eyes, and rock back and forth to the rhythm of “I’m a barby girl” song, and sing along hoping to become as famous as Stevy Wonder… No luck thus far though…
So I get home at 6, and drown my disappointment in a bottle of scotch and some weed. I then go on the zone and abuse the Englishmen and stuff my Asian chopsticks in their…
Then I go to bed and dream of doing it all over the next day.
I came back from a week in Philly and read all this and think even though you guys are playing around, it still makes me think wow.
awsome kimmy lol
lmfaooo kim!
I hope it made you laugh like it did myself. I knew you were trying to be serious, but you never will respond to questions on other topics that are posed seriously, so me personally just had to. Lol
Love the post here. Make me laugh.
Yes, it was very entertaining and sadly some of it just is probably true.
So what is the alternative? If I join the union do I get promised a date a week?
Good pay for your work right?
You get a living wage and a voice on the job. More than any company will ever do for you.
But my job is chasing women, so can I get paid for this? Smile.
I wonder how many of those women you say to aproach actually give you their numbers, hmm?
Well, maybe if I were unionized it be in the by laws someplace that I was due 3 numbers per week?
Don't forget masface half of your day is spent awaiting my return from school and deciding what psychidellic european music to send over dropbox. As per myself, I wake up t5 spend about an hour hitting the snooz button, make a 15 minute attempt to do my homework, go to school, bitch about things not being brailled, fitting in with the life skills kids, await a teacher to pass me anyways, then I get my dumb italian ass off of the short buss, make a half hearted attempt to lose weight at l.a fitness, go on the zone, tell jodeci how much I want to shove a borrito up her ass and scream da me lo, go on teamtalk, inform dom how much of a pece of shit he is, drink vodka, text chat on the zone because I'm too much of a pussy, go back on tt for upwards of 5 minutes, sound like a 400 pound lesbian, eat pasta, go on the zone, eat more pasa, make Mel giggle like a school girl, masterbate, drink some more and finally crash about 4 with a 2.0 GPA. Aren't I a useful member of society?
I'd say you're about average. Lol
Acid makes any day seem brighter. :)
Lmfaooo I.L! :D :D :D
Lol you have made me laugh! And as the op said, some of it is probably quite true for some. :) haha
I get up, take fiber, make coffee, drink it, then go into the bathroom to take a big brown music richie, log on to the zone and check the boards, listen to tunes, check email, eat randomly throughout the day and night, shower, go to bed.
At least one person said they showered. The rest of us never said. Smile.
I don't do the same thing every day. I mix it up a little.
On Mondays, I get up at four-thirty in the morning, dress myself in flannel pyjamas, grab my cane and hit the streets. My goal: Tim Horton's. Usually I just end up getting lost, banging into stuff, cursing, finding stray cats to pet and getting back home in the company of a friendly police officer who came to investigate the screaming. After I've awakened from my admittedly arduous morning, I spend a comparatively dull fourteen hours or so in another world, typing as fast as I can so that the angels and zombies and office executives and Cloud Strife's pals can't kill me. I fall into a sodden sleep and dream of pocket protectors and repetitions of the word "kick" over and over and over.
On Tuesdays, I wake long past noon, prowl around my house making the floors squeak, then spend an hour or two standing near the front door and flinging it open at random intervals to see if anyone has arrived. Usually, though, I get bored of this, and quickly settle down with a good braille book, which I foolishly attempt to read with my toes. One day, I tell myself, these long fruitless hours of foot-reading will be useful for something, and successful to boot.
On Wednesdays, I wake up at four-thirty and the morning and, dressed in flannel pyjamas, hit the streets. After a bit of wandering, I usually remember that it is not, in fact, Monday morning, at which point I usually have the wisdom to slink back home, brush my teeth and go to school. I don't go to my own classes, though; I find classrooms at random with people in them and slip in, usually unnoticed (or so I believe) and listen to snips of courses I don't care about. I get home late, eat a hurried dinner of microwaved calamari rings and shrimp sauce, then hit the books. Literally. All the fruitless foot-reading has made me understandably frustrated with them. It can't be the fault of my feet.
Thursdays and Fridays are pretty simple by comparison. I wake at ten, shower, brush my teeth, then find the nearest bust stop, sit on a bench and talk to strangers on the internet. Every so often - about once every six weeks - I forget how late it's getting and stay there long after all the buses have stopped coming.
My weekends are much more normal, don't worry...though my dreams, I'm sad to say, are always strange. In fact, it's usually on weekends that I have the strangest dreams; everything mentioned above actually came from one dream or another at some point
Wane, I mentioned showering, because I shower twice!
Shepherdwolf...you've got far too much free time.
Why, Meglet? It took me maybe three minutes to imagine an write this up.
That explains more about you than it doesn't.
Oh, believe me, I know it does. I never said all my bolts were tight. In fact...toss me a wrench, would you?
Good grief.