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| MOSCHINO |
| Do you like it or not? What is it that all of you do during the day? Me...it's easy. I was working for large corporation for 4 years, IT sector, dealing with property insurance. 4 years of corporate job got to me. Right now I sell technology business to business for a smaller company. Love it. |
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| Munken |
| I work for Københavns Energy, that's handles copenhagens water supplies, and electricity i think gas too, but i'm not sure. I work in the water supply department where i make pipe sections for the supply lines, maintain the lines, and make parts for the waterworks... i like what i do, but dislike the place i work at. |
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| Dublin Guy |
i like my job,i work as a builder on sites,its hard work but yea its well worth it at the end of the week,they way i see it is like u can either press buttons all day and have nothing to show for it but when u build a house/apartment u look at it and yea " yea i made that with my bare hands"
:) ;) :cool: |
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| MOSCHINO |
| Can you live good in Europe making $80.000 USD??? |
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| predictor |
| my job.... posting :D |
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| HardTrance81 |
| I love my job, If i am not just sitting around and sleeping, I am browsing the internet or prank calling my friends and email bombing them with video streams of "clockwork orange" style midget-bondage-rape porn. Yup, all in a days work for ol' -ht81 (in short: I am an intern architect) |
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| politcs_of_danc |
| yuppers i do :D im just dead by the end of the day :( |
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| whiskers |
| "Like a Space Monkey! Pull a lever, push a button... You don't understand any of it and then you die" |
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| JohnSmith |
| quote: | Originally posted by HardTrance81
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your sig rocks! |
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| predictor |
| ...long and hard to read :P |
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| ahlamalek |
i am a network analyst at Surete du Quebec (provincial police) and one of the project i'm working on is buy and installing a web filter to deny access to pr0n and what not to our employees... maybe tranceaddict will be in the banned list, who knows :(
I find my job so so because networking isn't my speciality, software engineering is....:rolleyes: :rolleyes: |
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| HardTrance81 |
HERE:
"......or if your a loser who drives a Civic with a type R sticker, racing stripes, blasting really bad rap music through your suburban area with your pretentious "I’m 21 but I’m still in high school girlfriend" while driving with your hand up on the top of the steering wheel exposing your underdeveloped pasty white vitamin deficient arm and wearing your backwards BS upside down visor hat while feeling the tacky as a "Florida vacation" single diamond earring in your ear, If you are this person...with any luck the sun in its precise celestial positioning as you putter on by...will reflect its scorching rays into your earring, bouncing intensely in your rearview, and finally making contact with your eyes through the thin cheap lense of $5 gas station Oakley rip off glasses.. then burning your retnal cones into smoldering melting gobs of ocular material as you are blinded by the purest form of energy in our known universe, and as you scream no one can help or hear you because they don’t know what’s going on since the weed whacker sound of your ty tiny little muffler which makes the Civic sound like a 747 rages on underneath making everyone turn at disgust and comment to thier husbands or wives how much of a dickweed you are by attaching that automotive abnormality to your stock economical daily driver engineered by Japanese Automotive specialists to fit the needs for entry level business workers in their early 30's, however your pathetic looking $11,000 car which you want to look like a friggin spaceship with redundant ground effects is now out of control since you are blinded, and as your car plunges off the side of a cliff while you scream in the purest form of terror while knowing you have lived a horrid excuse for a life, by doing the bare minimum in every facet of existence, while getting fired from one pathetic job to another, the majority of your time spent slacking smoking dope, getting kicked out of school, polishing your "game" on sweet innocent underage girls you eventually 'de flower' through exhaustive yet succesful attempts to get the date rapist drugs you have stashed in the glove compartment, into your poor victims drinks while offering them to take the "Pepsi Challenge" while making your mother hate you, and your poor father who wishes he had a daughter instead of your pathetic ass, since a girl would be more of a man than you ever were, like the occasion when you were hit in the arm by a wild pitch in little league, then you cried like a fat kid who dropped his ice cream cone, I'm already envisioning you impacting the rocks below, in a spectacular fireball ignited from the residue hairspray from your girlfriend plastered in the fabric passenger seat, blinded by your earring, deafened by the loud "Bling Blingin", and I will smile and roll around on the ground in orgasmic delight while you are consumed by flames whose intense heat and fury will liquefy your bone marrow that I will use to make jelly beans out of and eat them happily at your funeral as midgets dressed like Alex 6005321 from "A Clockwork Orange" dance around your coffin to loud industrial style techno music and strobe lights, and I will sleep soundly at night knowing another successful conquest of Darwinism has been attained." |
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