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Things that are old and give me moneys

I try to keep my secret identity as lovable, wisecracking internet weasel and my j.o.b. as far apart as possible, for obvious reasons. But I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to reveal that my new employer is a historical/archeological society — because there are so many in this area that hardly narrows it down at all.

In many ways, it’s my dream job — a little light clerical work, some audio-visual stuff, photographing and cataloguing the collection when I have time. I mean, holy shit. Perfect.

On the other hand, like all organizations of this kind, most of the work is done by volunteers. So I’m working next to people who are doing it for free, which makes me feel a bit of a ratbag. Except, I end up volunteering, too. I reckon I do at least two free hours for every paid hour.

Still and all, it’s going really well. I love it. And the important thing is, I have a bunch of keys, a desk, an alarm to wake up to and a boss to push me around again. Heaven!

sock it to me

Comments


Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: July 22, 2014, 9:40 pm

Are there any supple, young volunteers to take down to the specimen lab?

 


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: July 22, 2014, 9:46 pm

This job of yours sounds ideal, Mme. That it has a non-negligible paycheck yet is so interesting that you working extra time gratis is a rare thing. Congratulations! I just hope that the bull terrier skull isn’t your new boss’s favorite desk artifact.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 22, 2014, 9:59 pm

It’s a pretty negligible paycheck at the moment, Al. I only get a few paid hours a week. But if I do well, that should increase over time.

And that’s a weasel skull, believe it or don’t.

Stark, I’m the youngest person in the joint. By a lot.

 


Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: July 22, 2014, 10:06 pm

It sounds like a pretty great job, actually. At least you’re not hunched over a shrieking electric motor, breathing polyurethane dust, trying to sand a floor that some retard will be letting their dog piss on in a matter of weeks, so there’s that.

 


Comment from QuasiModo
Time: July 22, 2014, 10:15 pm

Pretty wicked looking skull…looks like something you’d see in a video game.

Congrats on your new Indiana Jones gig!

 


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: July 22, 2014, 10:39 pm

A weasel skull? Dang! If you use google images or equivalent and ask for pics of bull terrier skulls you might understand my error! Of course, although we might wish it reversed, the canine skull is a bit larger than the mustelid skull.

Ooh! I’m imagining a pit-bull sized weasel. Yikes!

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 22, 2014, 11:17 pm

I bought a weasel skull on eBay some years ago. Have it around here someplace. It’s no bigger’n the ball of my thumb, but it totally looks like an alien. What with that long skull.

 


Comment from MikeW
Time: July 22, 2014, 11:20 pm

Swease, I was way off geographically on prior suggestions, but I think I may have landed nearer your ‘hood this time. Give a listen outside this Thursday evening.
Must be a Monty Python fan. 🙂
http://theweek.com/article/index/265158/speedreads-man-builds-biggest-fart-machine-ever-plans-to-aim-at-france

 


Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: July 22, 2014, 11:28 pm

Wow, a valveless pulsejet the size of a bus? That won’t cause any hearing damage.

 


Comment from Nina
Time: July 22, 2014, 11:29 pm

I’ve worked for a couple of contract archeologists in my day. Work was fun but didn’t pay enough regularly enough. I’d still be doing it if it did!

 


Comment from tomfrompv
Time: July 22, 2014, 11:38 pm

I wonder what heavy clerical work is like? File folders made of iron, holding pages of lead?

 


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: July 22, 2014, 11:58 pm

Hell, I’d KILL for a job like that (or at least make 3 or more people feel REALLY BAD about themselves)….

 


Comment from QuasiModo
Time: July 23, 2014, 2:32 am

It would be cool to do a 3D scan of the skull, blow it up in a 3D editor and print the enlarged version with a 3D printer…pass it off as an alien :+)

 


Comment from Some Vegable
Time: July 23, 2014, 3:16 am

I wonder what heavy clerical work is like? File folders made of iron, holding pages of lead?

Heavy clerical work involves big numbers. I think that it is undisputed physics that 5,000 of anything is much heavier than 5 of that same thing.
Quod erat demonstrandum.

 


Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: July 23, 2014, 4:03 am

Tom,

If you want to know what heavy clerical work is like, become a records clerk for a hospital that still uses paper. They have to anticipate every procedure, every admission, and even emergencies. They take the chart from the bowels of the hospital, to wherever the patient is.

I’m not sure how you get started, but I think a court sentance is involved.

 


Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: July 23, 2014, 4:22 am

Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: July 23, 2014, 4:03 am

If you want to know what heavy clerical work is like

box up two dozen large, hard-bound books, & carry them up & down three fights of stairs for 9 hours. & then ignore yourself for the rest of the day.

 


Comment from Ripley
Time: July 23, 2014, 5:55 am

oooo! I am a historian by training and volunteer with a local archaeological office. The paid vs free? It doesn’t get any better. Digs can be fun though! Just wait until you get asked to talk about the collections — or notable local pre-Norman weasels.

 


Comment from J.S.Bridges
Time: July 23, 2014, 6:50 am

…I have a bunch of keys, a desk, an alarm to wake up to and a boss to push me around again. Heaven!

Hevvins ta Murgatroyd, indeedy…would that I were to (*snif*) have sech a Fate befall me soon again…been drawin' that ol' "funemployment" goin' on some near-five months, naow, and as it's not near-abouts as "fun…" (nor not nearly as "large" of a “largesse” as it usedtawuz, neither) as it never really wuz previously, and as it’s about to terminate ennyways (being as it’s also much shorter-term than formerly, since our “economy” [?] has so radically improved of late, don’tchaknow?), I’d sooo-o-o much appreciate being back under the “yoke of daily labor” – accompanied by the occasional paycheck – purtydangsoon, IYKWIMAITYD…

Ah, to be back amongst the Workaday Drones, now that mid-Summer’s here and gone away!

Boring, this “not working, nor getting paid for it” stuff is – and perty damned un-profitable, as well.

Congrats on your rather-ideal-sounding employment, Sweasey, and keep on havin’ fun with your skullduggery (as it were).

 


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: July 23, 2014, 10:08 am

Wouldn’t “heavy clerical work” involve obese clergymen?

 


Comment from MikeW
Time: July 23, 2014, 10:55 am

Wouldn’t “heavy clerical work” involve obese clergymen?

Along with singing…

 


Comment from surly ermine
Time: July 23, 2014, 4:04 pm

Look at that sagittal crest. Unusual for small mammals but necessary to anchor the weasels powerful jaw muscles. More commonly seen in the big cats. Weasels are bad asses.

 


Comment from MikeW
Time: July 23, 2014, 4:20 pm

Heh, the crazy Colin Furze has his next vid up:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMzAS9SsMBw
He’s built the bum for his fart machine to aim at France. Too funny. He’s set to go at the shore over in Folkstone tomorrow.

 


Comment from JuliaM
Time: July 23, 2014, 5:56 pm

Congratz on the new job!

 


Comment from mojo
Time: July 23, 2014, 7:16 pm

Ever tempted to label something “Hobbit bones” or “dragon scales”?

 


Comment from surly ermine
Time: July 23, 2014, 7:30 pm

Thanks MikeW. I’m enjoying checking out the band March to the Grave featured in the Colin Furze video.

Wonder if the neighbors mind looking out the window onto the scene of a man creating a giant metal ass is his yard.

 


Comment from J.S.Bridges
Time: July 24, 2014, 6:57 am

Wonder if the neighbors mind looking out the window onto the scene…

I wouldn’t wonder or worry a’tall, surly ermine – fairly sure by now, any and all in Colin’s nabe who a) are or would be outraged – or even much surprised – by whatever he gets up to and b) were able to do so, have long since departed for somewhere as far distant as achievable. Besides, by now, he’s undoubtedly lowered property sale values in his vicinity sufficiently that b) is no longer possible financially anyway.

The ones still remaining are doubtless equally divided between those who are simply praying he doesn’t decide to start work on his own personal thermonuclear device – and those who are hoping that he does…what a way to go, hey?

“Farting hugely at France” – what.a.guy!

 

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