No more Rhinos in Vietnam.

[Zoupa]

My first job was picking beets, 10 hours a day with a bunch of gypsies. 

Anyways, picking jobs is hard work. It kills your back, you're out in the sun all day with bugs and shit, and you're slow as hell to start with so you feel like a child and/or a tard.

By the end of the summer I estimate I was 2/3 of a gypsy beet picker.  My hands turned to leather and I had nice olive skin from all the sunshine. 

[Zoupa]

I dunno how you guys did the busboy thing. I lasted 3 weeks. My shirts were perpetually soaked in grease, pay sucks and customers are assholes. Fuck that noise.

[Malthus]

My first job was working in a pottery studeo - basically, wedging clay, carrying boxes full of clay and finished pottery from here to there, and mopping the floors.

  How on Earth did you manage to become a successful corporate lawyer from such a humble start in the world??

I had that job as a teen (and worked summers all through university). When I graduated, from anthropology of all things, I wanted to open my own studeo, and did for six months or so - but I simply could not make it pay. One sad night I sat down with my account-books and a calculator and realized I was making, after expenses, something like $2 an hour.

Maybe if I had stuck it out for years I could eventually have made a living at it, I dunno. I had enough of being poor, eating Ramen noodles every night, and working my ass off for nothing, and decided to change course - my uni degree was of course worthless for getting a job, and it being the 90s there were no jobs available in academia for anthropologists unless you were a well-connected Black lesbian parapalegic, but my uni marks were excellent and I was very motivated (by justified fear of poverty) to do as well as I could at the LSAT - I sat down and studied that fucker for a solid month before writing it - and that enabled me to get into a top law school here (U of T).

Mostly, I put this down to the taste I had of being essentially a failure in my first business venture, and consequently very poor. I did not enjoy poverty. My studeo had rats in it, I wore stuff from Salvation Army, my parents announced that they would not fund me. I enjoyed even less knowing that many craftspeople remained basically poor even when "successful". Being poor in one's early 20s is reasonably okay, but I dreaded the thought of being poor in my 40s and 50s. Moreover, I realized that to achieve even that level of success, I'd have to concentrate more on making stuff that would sell, rather than stuff I enjoyed making.

I already knew one successful formula for pottery sales - making things aimed at the professional market, like I had made when an employee. But I did not want to make that stuff.

[Malthus]

I dunno how you guys did the busboy thing. I lasted 3 weeks. My shirts were perpetually soaked in grease, pay sucks and customers are assholes. Fuck that noise.

I agree - I'd rather by far pick beets than do the busboy thing.

[Ideologue]

Wait, hands of leather?  Aside from being a line from a Garth Brooks song, I don't want anything to do with that.  My hands are soft like silk.  Which is odd, because most restaurant staff have hands made largely of burn scars.  I guess I'm just careful.

[jimmy olsen]

Wait, hands of leather?  Aside from being a line from a Garth Brooks song, I don't want anything to do with that. My hands are soft like silk.  Which is odd, because most restaurant staff have hands made largely of burn scars.  I guess I'm just careful.

[Razgovory]

He's a pussy, what do you want?

[Siege]

I cannot do menial work anymore.
For a living, I mean.

Did you know the word "Sergeant" comes from the old French word for "Servant"?

Yes.
So?
Samurai means "those who serve".

I serve my country, the United States of America, with honor.

I say "menial work for a living".
As in working in a factory or farm for a living.
I got no problem doing military menial work, like improving defenses or chaneling the enemy into a kill zone.
Of course, we live in the age of manouver warfare....

[Siege]

My first job was....[insert the stupiedest thing you cn come up wiht]

[CountDeMoney]

Where is CdM?  This thread is total Seedy bait.  Commie Asians eating rare animals.

The Javan Rhino last week, and the West African Black Rhino this week.  Gone.

Can't save animals that are worth more dead than alive, unfortunately.  That's why tourism, education and awareness won't work.  What you do is make it so prohibitively dangerous for poachers, that the costs outweigh the benefits.  Costs like death.

But, even African nations that are genuinely making efforts to preserve their species are outmanned and outgunned.  Poachers are taking down elephants with RPGs and mowing down herds with mounted .50s, for fuck's sake.

Kenyan forestry rangers patrolling with bolt action rifles, no.  Search and destroy operations with poachers getting poached for their hands and scalps by reinforced companies of former French Foreign Legion mercs, yes.

That's the only kind of conservation I'll subscribe to.

[Razgovory]

The politically incorrect guide to Capitalism said this wouldn't happen.

[Razgovory]

Yes.
So?
Samurai means "those who serve".

I serve my country, the United States of America, with honor.

I say "menial work for a living".
As in working in a factory or farm for a living.
I got no problem doing military menial work, like improving defenses or chaneling the enemy into a kill zone.
Of course, we live in the age of manouver warfare....

The context is not "those who serve their country", it is "those who serve a knight".  Like a spear polisher.

[Tonitrus]

I thought some places, like South Africa, is dealing with elephant overpopulation?

Not that I favor shooting elephants with RPGs mind you.  Africa would probably be better off if much of the human population were replaced with elephants.

[The Brain]

I got hands like Krupp steel.

[Ideologue]

Kenyan forestry rangers patrolling with bolt action rifles, no.  Search and destroy operations with poachers getting poached for their hands and scalps by reinforced companies of former French Foreign Legion mercs, yes.

That's the only kind of conservation I'll subscribe to.

I missed you, you know.