- Shabbos goy
- Ambiguous fortune cookie writer (Big things await you around the corner. It is only by leaving that you can return. Expect huge payout when temperature drops in southland.)
- Mystery shopper
- Ninja shopper
- Samurai shopper
- Sumo shopper
Here in NY State, I work for a wheat research team. I used to be their part-time lab technician; now I'm their parter-time field technician. I work two days a week doing whatever (I can physically do that) needs to be done. Threshing wheat in the barn, transplanting in the greenhouse, packaging seed in the workroom. I do that. I especially like the greenhouse work, but it's all good.
I used to love lab work. L<3VE. Something just clicked, and I was done. I'd like to work in a microbiology lab again, maybe, but maybe not. Last night I dreamed John Larroquette was the senior research associate showing me his PCR gel (if you know what I mean, ladies). It was so perfect that I asked This is a representation, right? and he said, No, this is the document! He walked away, knowing this discovery meant a lifetime of research grants, and I thought God, I hate science. [This is not the first time John Larroquette has found his way into my dreams, and I do not know what that means.]
I don't have formal experience doing anything but this and lab work. And cleaning houses. And door-to-door proselytizing. Knock-knock. Give me money. I can't see it being lucrative: no one gives money to preachers.
So, on the road I'm open to lots of stuff. I won't want a long-term commitment for a while. There are a few things I won't do (unless you're John Larroquette, apparently), but almost everything is on the table. Brainstorm, please!
