Conference back40::soapbox

    Working in a plastics factory, cleaning the inside of huge tanks that
    resins were mixed in, twice a day, with buckets full of toluol.
    
    Working in a newstand that did more trade as a porno bookstore. Having
    the headmaster of my high school come in and give the owner crap about
    me being underage (he was there to by a racing form). Getting fired
    because I lied about my age.
    
    Working in a clothing store cleaning up after hoards of women shoppers.
    I'm sorry, but ya'all have _no_ mercy when you're in a shopping
    coma!! :-)
    
    -b

    Worst job I ever had was working in Contempo Casuals (female clothing)
    during the Xmas rush.  I got fired in two weeks, because I refused to
    meet my sales quota by telling girls they looked terrific in
    unflattering clothes.  Silly me.  Still can't sell someone anything
    that they don't need or doesn't suit them.  Only now, I get kudos for
    it, so maybe this is the *best* job I every had? (yikes!)
    
    M.

    Working in a poultry factory and gutting/dressing in the
    region of 400 turkeys a day.
    
    I still love turkey though!
    
    Cheers,
    Simon

    
    
    	Working in McDonalds on the grill. By the end of the night every
    pore in your body was filled with grease....%*{
    
        Another one was my carpentry job. Most days were ok, but one month
    we had to finish up a garage and the foundation guys set us back into
    mid January. It was -60�F (with windchill) one day, and -30�F the
    following day....I froze the first two fingers on my left hand solid.
    The doctor thought they were gone and he was ready to amputate them. I
    managed to bring them back to life after sitting with my hand soaking
    in warm water for 3 weeks straight....:*\ The worst part was my boss
    was p*ssed that I took the time off work!
    
    
    jim
    	

Compared to some other entries in here, mine wasn't that bad...

Working in an electro-plating factory one summer.  The smell of the acids, etc
just about made me puke the first few days.  A week later, I couldn't smell
them at all.

Bob

    I worked in a screw machine shop.  Not even close to as exciting as it
    sounds.  Most boring thing I have ever done.  My job was to make turn
    signal levers for Ford trucks.  I truly hated this one.  Made me finish
    school to get a "real" job.  
    
    The grounds crew job at the golf course wasn't bad though the foreman
    was a piece of work.  Like working outside though.
    
    The landscaping job I had was a bust due to the allergies I found I
    suffered from.
    
    

    re. .5, .6
    
    I have worked in both an electro-plating shop and a screw machine
    factory so I can empathise with both of you. Another summer I worked in
    a die-casting factory pouring molten metal into forms all day long. It
    was much worse than the other two jobs.
    
    Lyndon

    
    Working at Pagg Corp. an Electronics company in Hopedale.
    The owner, who knew nothing whatsoever about electronics,
    used to like to come screaming, ranting and raving through
    the building.  He a mouth as dirty as a sewer, and was really
    rude and obnoxious.  He also thought he was always right, and
    tried to change processes that he knew nothing about.
    
    When I quit there, I went into corporate headquarters and gave him
    a taste of his own medicine, in front of a potential customer, then
    filed a law suit against the company.  Six other people walked out
    with me that day, and we turned it into a class action suit.  We won.
    
    BUT:  That's where I met Alan, and he still worked there after I left.
    They got me back by laying him off two weeks before our wedding.  When
    they laid him off they told him that the only reason he was being laid
    off was because they didn't have a good enough reason to fire him. 
    They only screwed themselves by doing this.  They have yet to find
    someone to replace him, and it's been almost two years since they let
    him go.  AND they lost three of their biggest accounts because of it.
    
    
    There is justice.....
    
    Terrie
    

    Used to work for Lafayette Radio (now defunct) and was moved out of the
    Hi-Fi sales department because I refused to tell people that
    "such-and-such" was the "best" amp, speakers, etc. for them 'cause we 
    were overstocked on them.  I would base my sales advice on what would
    be best for the customer.  Silly me!
    

When I was 15, for about five months I had a job as a busboy for the
caterer at the Hotel Onondaga - old turn of the century (or before)
relic in downtown Syracuse. I worked there through the late fall and
winter whenever they had a banquet, which was usually every Saturday
afternoon, Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. I got to associate
with the waitresses (most of whom were portly women aged 50 or more
with loud voices, bad BO, and nasty attitudes) and the dishwashers,
(most of whom cleaned their fingernails with stilettos, carried a
hip flask of whiskey, and spent more time threatening the caterer
with his life than they did washing dishes.) On a good night, I got
to not only clear tables of the remains left by the patrons, but
to place bowls on the tables while stating "This is for the tip",
at the direction of the surliest waitress of the bunch. On bad nights
I got to watch the caterer scream at the dishwashers for drinking
on the job, just before they pulled their stilettos, ostensibly to
clean their fingernails, thereby scaring the feces out of the caterer
as he ran from the kitchen. Then I got to walk home at 11:30 PM in
the snow.

	While I was laid off I went to this place for a job. I was the 97th
person they interviewed. I even got in before this other guy because they
messed up the applications order. I went to a trade school and was able to do
everything they needed. I ended up getting the job. What was it doing???? Why
making thermo-couples of course! Nanmac Thermo-couples in Framingham. It was
the most lame job I ever had, and the entire time I was there I kept asking
myself why they needed to interview almost 100 people for this position???? I
kept telling myself it was money.... it was money..... (it was during a time
where jobs were very scarce) Luckily for me I found a real job at Data Terminal
Systems a month later....

    For two weeks one summer I worked at Nylamation in Clinton.
    Did you know that the packages razor blade refills come in
    as two separate pieces of plastic that have to be snapped
    together?  Yes, it's true! And I did it for 8 hours a day,
    and I had to count how many I did. The second week, I spend
    8 hours a day packing little plastic blood sample viles in
    boxes (and counting how many I did of course).  At the end
    of the second week, they laid me off.  I thanked them.
    
    I'd been toying with the idea of working instead of going
    to college.  After this, I went to college. Gladly.
    
    Mary-Michael

     I worked on a farm. Up early, long hours, physically taxing. And
    boring as well. Having to put up with the weather, and picking corn on
    a night of radiational cooling was the pits. The dew was not only
    sticky, but also a skin irritant. And then there were the days of 97
    degrees and high humidity and long rows to be hoed. And the stench of
    the pigs.
    
     Worse yet was working for my cousin doing construction the summer
    after my senior year in high school. Boy, did that motivate me to go to
    school! :-)

    washing dishes in a hot kitchen in the middle of a major heat wave.
    that was only topped by pumping gas in the middle of winter or during a
    down-pour. no self-service back then!
    

    
    	Out of High School I worked in a garment mill pressing sweaters, 
    swimwear, etc. using with one of those big ole steam ironing-boards. This 
    was all piece work and since I was new I got to press all the sweaters that
    had the vinyl fronts (high fashion in the early 70's). I could take a size
    small and turn it into an X-large in 10 seconds flat. They didn't appreciat
    e the effort. Great summer job.....if you needed to lose a few hundred 
    pounds! 
    I then worked an assembly line of approx. 100 ladies, 50 to a side all 
    working piece-work and competing against one another. They sat at their 
    workstations sewing various parts of clothing, when they picked up their 
    boxes, a gate would open and I'd have to send them more material, thread, 
    whatever they needed. Needless to say if I went to the rest-room or 
    slacked off for a few I'd catch flak for denying them their ability work.
    They tried to hoard as much as possible, especially the easy work.
    $2.05/hr to start and all the crap you could take. 
    I decided to go on to school......... 
      

    Worked at Thayer Furniture in Gardner, Ma (woodshop) after I graduated
    (right before coming to DEC). I worked on a Richardson (yup that's what
    it's called) that did about 15 tasks at once. It made baby crib rails.
    
    Had this feed ramp (hold about 12 rails). We used this really cheap
    wood from Thailand. Every so often the machine would launch a rail
    over my head and across the shop. No kiddin'! That sucker would be
    moving about 100mph. Not a lot a fun...
    
    Lifeguarded too... Contrary to popular belief, it's B-O-R-I-N-G!!!!
    
    Chip 

>    I worked on a Richardson (yup that's what it's called)

I wonder if that's anything like the Old Johnson . . . 

    -1 I dunno, but the thing cut two ends, chucked two ends, and drilled
       a dozen holes all at once. Belt driven...
    
       Chip

    Heat-wave summer of '63, age 16, 48 hrs per week, maintenance crew on 20
    or so immense greenhouses in which grew roses and carnations.

    Starting at 7 AM, work consisted of moving planks along trusses up under
    the sloping glass, scrapping crud down on my near-naked body from the
    mullions that held the glass, then repainting the mullions.

    By 10:30 it was too hot to work inside, so for the rest of the day we
    moved staging on roof brackets up and down the outside, scampering up
    and down the 1" mullions on the slopes, scraping, re-pointing,
    repainting.

    But ever the optimist, I saw the bright side, too: a tall, skinny, 16
    year old, I worked circles around the two football stars who were my
    comrades, one of who couldn't take it and quit after a week. I turned
    brown, and lithe and strong.

    And how I relished that $62.84 take home pay on Saturday as I drove
    home in my 1950 Plymouth coupe!

    But most of all, how grateful I was that I was not one of the three
    generations of immigrants (Lithuanians, Italians, and Puerto Ricans)
    doomed to slave at agricultural wages for life in that hell hole.
                                                                    

    Kit
    

    Summer kitchen job at a Red Lobster Restaurant, after high school and
    just before starting college.  I reeked of seafood by the end of the 
    night, not to mention hot oil burns on my forearms from cranking out 
    hush puppies.  Crazy kitchen help led to baked potato fights, spiking 
    each others' drinks (tobasco sauce in pepsi = BIG eyes). 
    
    The nightly ritual included parking the car in the garage and leaving 
    the car windows open, peeling off all clothing & shoes and dumping
    them in the washing machine with lots of soap, showering for 30 minutes
    to remove the grease and stench.
    
    When Fall term arrived, I was an extremely motivated student.

    I too have worked in a plating shop, so I can sympathize with a couple
    of the earlier entries.  What I liked about it was walking into a
    room-sized oven that was 325 degrees (in the summer no less).  However,
    my two worst jobs occurred over two successive summers in my early
    teens.  
    
    	1) Cleaning out cattle trailers (the BIG ones). My stepbrother and
    I could knock one out in about three hours.  Our pay--$5 to be split
    between us.
    
    	2) The next summer I got to pick cherries at an orchard. 8 cents a
    bushel--which translated into about 7-8 bucks a day if you worked hard.
    
    BTW--This was in the early 80's
    
    -m-

    Baling hay (mad as hell snakes sticking half out of the bale)
    
    Pea devining (12 hour shifts at $1.05/hr)
    
    Detasseling corn ($1/hr)
    
    galvanizing silo bolts (poor man's electro-plating)
    
    tin can manufacturing plant (the noise still rings in my ear)
    
    -- Jim

    re: .22
    
    >Baling hay (mad as hell snakes sticking half out of the bale)
    
    I had forgotten about that one.
    
    Bob
    

    * Working in a women's shoe store fitting mainly quite ugly {and
    smelly} feet, that is.  Probably why today when my wife says "Can you
    massage my feet?" all I wanna do is puke.
    
    * Working in a steel plant while in college.  The outside temperature
    and humidity in the summer was elevated at least 20 degrees since you
    had to have all the protective clothing on.  Going into the lunch room
    and having bugs waiting on the lunch table seeing what you've brought
    them for lunch that day.  In the winter, especially with the wind
    howling, subtract about 20 degrees.
    
     

    You had BUGS?  Luxury!  We had to scrape the lichens off the north
    sides of slagheaps and boil them up into broth in discarded tins.
                                                   

     You had tins? And a heat source? You were spoiled.

    
    
    I used to DREAM of being spoiled.  When I was spoiled ROTTEN, my
    co-workers would refuse to come around every noontime and carve their
    lunches outta my butt.  I *lived* for those days.
    

    You had co-workers ?
    
    I had to operate a 1000-worker manufacturing plant all on my own.

    
    .24  Well folks, looks like we officially have our soapbox Al Bundy.
    :')
    
    
    
    Worst job........hmmmmm.  Had to be warehouse work.
    
    
    
    Mike

    
    The last worst job held was a chauffier. I had to take some welfare
    folks out on a night on the town.... The saved up all their food stamps
    and were able to cash them in and illegally get cash to rent the car
    for the night....... They told me this story in their drunkard stupor.
    I also got stiffed in the tip....

    
    >I also got stiffed in the tip
    
    Well considering your passenger's, what did you expect.
    Foodstamps?
    
    Mark

    
    
    	BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHA!!
    
    

    
    The summer of 1981...17 years old...right out of high school...first
    job ever...dyeing and bleaching socks at London Hosiery Mills.
    
    Worked the midnight shift...alone.  Imagine leaving a 17-year-old kid
    in charge of an entire factory!  :^)
    

    
    Speaking of socks...

    Yep.... that socks alll right!!:)

    I'd champion a sock discussion.

    Can we talk thread count?

>>    The summer of 1981...17 years old...right out of high school...first
>>    job ever...dyeing and bleaching socks at London Hosiery Mills.
    
>>    Worked the midnight shift...alone.  Imagine leaving a 17-year-old
>>    kid in charge of an entire factory!  :^)
    
    I worked at that very factory as a diesel fitter.  My brother used to
    sew the crotches of the panty hose.  I would then put the panty hose
    over my head and say.. "Deez-l-fitter"!!

	Summer of '66 - Baling hay and stacking it in the barn,
                        wwwwaaaaaaayyyyy up high where the temp
			was over 110 F.  Got a whole buck an hour!
			And a zillion scratches all over my arms.

        Summer of '70 - Roofer, sweeping up the old gravel on a three-acre
                        flat roof before laying down new tar paper.
		        Came home with every pore in my body filled
	                with nasty coal-tar derivatives.

        Summer of '71 - Mason's helper, relining the inside
	                of a boiler with firebrick.  Never been
	                so hot and sweaty before or since.

        I hate hot weather, unless there's a pool and a daiquiri nearby.

	and now you're paving the info highway?  just can't get 
	enough, can you.

    Not the worst, but probably one of the strangest - I used to work for
    the Maryland State Racing Commission as an Inspector.  My job was to
    collect, uh, specimens from racehorses after they raced.  The specimens
    had to be tested for drugs (both illegal and legal.  If a trainer says
    his horse is on drugs, usually Bute or lasix, then that horse had
    better be on them).  Had to get in the stall with a glass jar fitted
    to the end of a steel handle, and wait till the horse, uh, did their
    duty, and collect a sample.  Strange job, strange people, decent pay
    ($35/night, about 4 hours of work, in 76, 77 and 78).
    
    Dan                                       

    
    
    Sounds interesting, Dan.
    
    
    
    And, do you think testudo will ever get off the ground? :')
    
    
    
    Mike

    I've had so many bad jobs in the past it's hard to remember them all.
    But here goes:
    
    1) stacking newspapers for 10 hours a day at a paper mill (paper cuts,
    and blue hands are a must!
    2) stacking mufflers at an auto body shop (this was ok for a female
    such as myself working with all men, but again the dust!) 
    3) Temp work (boring, boring, boring)
    4) Rosie the rivetor job in high school 
    
    - S
    
    

    re .43 - Ol' Tesudo's been without wings for quite some time.  Doesn't
    ssem like things have changed much on campus from the 70's. :-')
    
    Dan

    I guess I'm showing my age because Digital is the only job I've ever
    had...Hopefully it won't be my last.  My next dream job is to take
    orders at Pizza Hut.  I've been practicing my form: 
    
    "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut, home of the
    buy-one-medium-pizza-at-regular-price-get-the-second-one-for-$4.00-more.
    -is-this-for-pickup-or-delivery?
    
    
    8*}
    
    
    

    
    
    	re: .46
    
    	let me guess.....you work the 1800-PCBYDEC line...? :)
    
    
    

Not a "horrible" job, but a "questionable" one, as I
think back on it:

Spent one summer working at a pizza/sub shop as a
waitress/cook/dishwasher/etc.  Not unusual work,
but the place probably was a money laundering
operation for organized crime.

The owner/manager lived pretty well for someone
running a place that did almost zero business.
Used to get lots of unusual phone calls, too.
And, we always got paid in cash.  Since I was low
person on the totem pole, I got my week's pay from
whatever was left in the cash drawer -- maybe a
couple of $5 bills, if I was lucky, but mostly ones
and change.  Could've carted it over to the bank
in a wheelbarrow.  Our boss seemed quite interested
in where/how the employees did their banking, too.

    
    
    	sounds like Orbit Pizza in Holden....:*)
    
    
    

    inkline technical illustration.  loved the work itself, but the owner
    of the shop was a certifiable well-progressed schizophrenic alcoholic
    and a royal pita to work for.  bottle in the desk, he'd get faced and
    take off about 2 in the afternoon.  one day he was so bad he fell all
    the way down a flight of stairs, got up and just kept walking.  there
    was another alky in the place, the accountant; he was on the wagon so
    he was always hateful to the owner, and he got vilified mercilessly.

RE: 253.50

What is a pita? I thought that was another name for pocket bread.

					-K-

    
    Pain In The Ahem.

RE: 253.52

Is it all right if I say "Oh dear"?

					-K-

    
    Yes, you may.
    
    Royalties should be sent to MSO2-3/C3 8^).

Royalties?  Why not a $3.5 million advance?

I worked afternoons after school at a nightclub near our house. This was
a place with a half dozen bars, plus a big room with a bandstand 
(buh doom chick) and a stage where halfassed singers, comedians,
magicians, jugglers, hypnotists and bleery MC's did their thing on their
way up or down (Jerry Vale, Vic Damone, Same Vine), and strippers and
tassle tossers ("exotic dancers") just did their thingS.

Swept up smashed glasses, emptied ash trays, filled beer bins and ice
bins, cleaned the men's and lady's rooms up front, cleaned the men's and
women's dressing rooms out back. 

Got a new impression of women:  they ain't all "ladies." Learned
incredibly filthy things reading the walls in the women performer
dressing rooms. Saw incredibly filthy things done in the women's rooms
out back. Things written in excrement on the stall walls, used sanitary
napkins smeared across the walls... In the dressing rooms, used condoms
stuck to the mirror with -um- natural mucilage... My buddy and I had to
scrub those walls and mirrors and counters.

Part of life's experience and educational process.

Art

    .56 As a landlord, my first tenant eviction was on one slob who use to
    hang her spotted undies on the wall. Or attach them until they stuck
    and dried..... 
    
    I have had another tenant who left, with food that had ripened in the
    closed refridge. The summer of 1988. When there was a heat wave that
    had gone on for close to a month. And I had to clean up and clean out
    the apartment. I used rubber gloves that went up to the armpit, and a
    black rubber apron..... And I would pump the food into the trash bag,
    then my own personal lunch from my stomach would pass into the bag.
    More food, more stomach.... And they left the place filled with
    roachs... $1200 fast ones later I rid the place of them. Toss into this
    that the woman living there had told my now ex that she miss carriaged
    into the johnny. And the johnny was black because they were not the
    neatest folks and you get a true picture of what it is like....
    

    .57,
    
    Can I borrow that trash bag?  I think I'm going to lose my lunch too!
    
    How can people be so disgusting?
    
    

    Hmmm, some real horror stories in here.  I guess I've lead a charmed
    life by comparison.  Worst job to date has been a temp job in college 
    where I worked in an english mufflin factory -- yes, it was as naff
    as it sounds!
    
    B

    
    royal pitas, royal ties, what next ?

    
    royal crown
    
    Does this help?
    
    Mark

	That goes with the porcelain throne, right?

    Only two come to mind. First was raking blueberries as a kid in Maine.
    Got a whole .75 for a half-bushel basket. Plenty of sun and fresh air
    as there isn't a tree anywhere in a blueberry field. The excitement of 
    raking up snake or bee nest. Great sunburns. LONG hikes to the water
    cans with a couple of those baskets. Get to enjoy the summer heat while
    spending most of the day bent over. A rain cloud on the horizon usually
    made everyone happy because a) you would have to quit raking as the
    berries can't be winnowed while wet as they just clump together and b)
    you were likely to get drenched and cooled off. Hot, misereable work.
    At night, you close your eyes and see visions of blueberries.
    
    The second was working for a contractor. 60 hours a week straight time.
    Dug ditches with a pickax, painted the bottoms of floats hauled up for
    barnacle cleaning and then painting with copper based anti-fouling
    paint. This is a treat. It has the consistency of water and runs down 
    the brush, down your arms, etc. This gives more meaning to the phrase
    "copper-skinned". The ultimate joy was roofing jobs. Always hot up
    there if the sun is shining. One joy was carrying 95 lb. blocks of
    shingles up two-three flights on a ladder to the roofers. Weighing only
    about 135 at the time, 95 lbs. seemed a lot more than it does now. Two
    of my high-school friends and I also got to clean up all the wooden
    shingles after the roof was stripped. Roofers earn every penny they
    make. It's a shame more people can't get a chance to enjoy it.
    

	I was pumping gas at the Cumberland Farms in Hudson MA. It was right
before Christmas, they were having gas wars, and back then they had the gas
attendants stocking the dairy/juice products as well (which made no sense to
have someone with hands that smelt like gas stocking the shelves). It was busy
from the time it opened, till it closed. The lines were endless. One person in
the store, one outside. No matter how many times employees asked for help, the
same answer came up, no. So I decided it was time to have some fun. After my
shift ended, I went through everything the store had which my home phone number
was on, and crossed it out. The woman who took the 2nd shift inside told me I
had to shovel out back so the delivery truck could get in. I told her no. She
told me to do it or she could fire me. I smiled and left, as my shift was over,
and I had a Christmas party to go to. (which I was running late for as it was)
I never went back. They lost some good money that next day, and while the gas 
wars went on, they had extra help in the place. Sure, they eventually called 
information and got my number, but my shift was pretty much over by then, and I
was sitting back relaxing.



Glen

 Sounds kinda deceptive to me...

    
    Karen, I thought slavery was abolished in 1863?

    The worst job I had was working on the farm one summer milking the
    bulls!
     They were very co-operative though!
    

    Collecting eggs on a battery chicken farm. 
    
    When I die,I sure hope I don`t come back as a poor defensless chicken
    locked in a small cage with 2 other chickens and never seeing
    the light of day.
    
    Which is probably why i striktly buy free range eggs only.
                           

    
    <-------
    
    What's a "battery chicken farm"?

    Be the first in your street to have one of the new all-electric
    chickens !
    
    More seriously, a battery chicken farm is one where all the birds are
    kept in crates and can't walk around. Many people think this is cruel.
    
    I have seen it asserted, however, that keeping chickens segregated in
    crates is LESS cruel because a) they are secure and well-fed, and b)
    they don't suffer the pecking-order harassment that free-range chickens
    get. I'm not sure I agree with this...
    
    Dave_who_eats_free_range_eggs (but you have to chase 'em!)
    

A battery chicken farm sounds like an engineer cubicle farm.

| <<< Note 253.70 by SOLVIT::KRAWIECKI "Be vewy, vewy caweful awound Zebwas!" >>>


| What's a "battery chicken farm"?

	It's where the scary Duracell family buys their eggs.....

    if you stood across the street and waited maybe you wouldn't have to
    chase them as much :-)
    
     Chip

Picking kiwis in New Zealand to help defray the cost of my trip - by the end 
of the day, your arms and back would be aching and the fuzz from the fruit 
would be in every pore.  For those efforts, I made $6.00/hour (= $3.90 Cdn 
at the time) and got to share a dorm room and bathroom (1 shower) with 11 
other miserable people. We worked from 7:30 am - 7:30 pm six days a week   
and went to bed exhausted by about 9:30.   Actually, although the work and 
pay sucked, I did meet a few nice folks. (and managed to save almost every 
penny I made in the 3 weeks I lasted because there was literally nothing to 
spend it on and no time to even if there was someplace!) I guess I have a 
good idea of how the migrant fruit pickers make a living, and let me tell 
you, it's not my idea of life.

    
    Kiwi picking...now *there's* a job you don't hear about much!  :^)
    

<-----   probably cause most people are smarter (or not as desparate for
	 cash) as moi  :*)

    most horrible job that I never had, but heard about:
    
    
    a dude who works (honest!) in a wetsuit and scuba gear, cleaning the
    sewers of a major city. underwater. with stuff floating by. and such.
    
    "...by the time I get home at night, I ain't much interested in
    food..."
    
    no. kidding.

 "couldn't swim, but he went through all the movements"

    8^)

Reminds me of an Ed Norton comment: "As we say in the sewers, water is thicker
than blood."

    I still like Meatloafs new album especially:
    
    My life is a lemon, 
                        And I want my money BACK!!!
    Bill..

	Except he has had an album since that one. :-)

    I don't know how confidential this is but I can say I may be moving
    back east before too long.  We will know in about 2-3 weeks what's
    going to be happening around here.  From what I hear (and we all know
    how that goes)  things look very meek around here.
    What's a decent apartment go for in the Nashua\Salem area?  I may get
    to meet some of you clowns after all.:)_
    -ss

    
    
    	beers for ss!
    
    

    
    >>I don't know how confidential this is 
    
    
    I think the word you're looking for is "was" 8^).

    Oh no! I've said too much!   They're coming to get meeee.........

    re: .84
    
    re: decent apt.
    
    Maybe $600-$800...
    

| <<< Note 253.85 by SUBPAC::SADIN "Freedom isn't free." >>>



| beers for ss!

	I thought ss was ass the first time I saw it. :-)

    One track mind, eh, Glen?

    
    no, just insight...
    
    
    :>
    
    

    
    <------
    
    > insight...
    
    
     double entendre???
    

	What raq said.... it would have fit...

    I think you guys are too smart for me.  I have no idea what you are
    talking about, but some how I feel abused.  I like it alot.
    -ss

    ss,
    
    From everything I've heard, it's not looking good for keeping the CXO
    place open. Although I have heard that Engineering will definitely be
    staying.
    
    One of the reasons I'm going to work for MCI. At least I can still stay
    in the Springs (';

    I'm not sure what to do.  I have a long way to go to finish college,
    and if I move it will take forever to be classified as a resident
    student (for the state of NH). However, I feel like it is a calling. I
    graduated from Nashua High School, and my mother & step-father still
    live there.  There's really nothing holding me here except my
    girlfriend (she already told me she wouldn't move w/me),I'm close to 
    home, Oklahoma(all of my family), the beauty of Colorado, and those
    dreadful New England winters.  Other than that, I'm there.  I hear the
    job pays better out there. I'm heavily weighing my options.
    -ss

    re . -1
    
    beware; the TFSO monster is stalking the halls here...
    
    

    I'm hoping to make a swift transfer without missing a check. Is this
    possible?
    -ss

          <<< Note 253.96 by BSS::DEVEREAUX "phreaking the mundane" >>>

>    From everything I've heard, it's not looking good for keeping the CXO
>    place open. Although I have heard that Engineering will definitely be
>    staying.
 
	Design Engineering is definately staying, as will some form of
	NPSU Mannufacturing.

	The decision on the location of the consolidated SBU/Storage
	Volume Manufacturing has not yet been made. There are logical
	arguments for locating in either site. The final decision will
	be made by Palmer and the Executive Committee.

	But as I keep telling my wife, they aren't likely to call and
	ask my opinion before the decision is made, and they won't call
	and ask me if it's OK afterwards. I've been through this before,
	SEVERAL times before, and the only thing you can do is make the
	best decision for yourself and your family onceyou have all the
	facts. Making decisions without the facts is generally not a 
	"good" thing.

Jim

                       <<< Note 253.99 by BSS::SMITH_S >>>

>    I'm hoping to make a swift transfer without missing a check. Is this
>    possible?

	Possible, sure. Likely? Who knows.

	In either direction it will come down to which positions are
	not redundant, and in cases of redundancy, who has the better 
	set of skills.

Jim

    I believe I would have much to contribute to a production line in need
    of experience. Especially with products I already know.
    -ss