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My Dad was a Joiner, to those who don't know what that is, think Carpenter. To those who don't know what that is, you're an idiot, get help.
He was old school so did the full 5 year apprenticeship thing. So he could work in the shop building things, shopfit, work on building sites pretty much anything you would require.
I had the pleasure of working on building sites with him in my own callow youth.
My step dad is a master carpenter :D
He has quite a good little one man business and is always busy.
My 'real' dad ( and I use the term loosely) was a pit boss in the casino my mum worked in.
My Dad trained as a Welder in the local Steel Works. An apprenticeship, probably much like JP's Dad but in a different field - however he is not a Welder anymore and gave up the raucous Steel Worker's life at a young age.
His job now is something entirely different, which leads me to my point.
This thread was poorly thought out, Dad's job implies what he does now, wheras I'm sure hobbes (the inspiration behind the thread) was implying that his Dad was a Doctor when hobbes was a child.
Call me Mr. Pedantic if you must, but this needs urgent clarification :snooty:
My dad works in a factory.
He's really good at what he does, apparently, as he got sent overseas to help them start a factory over there, but he mosty runs a machine that makes thick steel-wire slightly less thick. I think :unsure: He's also part of a group of workers trained to be able to run a bunch of machines and vehicles so production doesn't stop if a specialist is missing, he gets extra pay for that.
He also imports and sells motorcycles, and fixes cars (the latter he rarely charges people for). And he does carpentry and builds stuff at the country place in his spare time, like.
I reckon he's got a problem with relaxing :unsure:
(My mum is a ~kindergarten teacher and a politician, so they're probably a good match, in a warped sort of way.)
Believe it or not I thought of just such confusion / classification.Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
Then I thought, no, let people make of it what they will. They may decide to list jobs, or say what dad does now, or what he thinks of himself as. Time-served welk breeder, currently between appointments, that sort of thing.
So let us not clarify anything .... oops.
my dad is a driving instructor in cars and lorries (artic's, mainly)
So, deliberate obfuscation eh. I suppose it can be used as a tool for the less precise among us.Quote:
Originally Posted by JPaul
Not everyone went thro' Lloyds TSB customer service training :snooty:
I prefer "amongst", but that's just a personal thing.
Among looks like a mong,
This is a mong
http://www.avmaria.com/images/mong.jpg
You didn't think it thro' again.
:lol:
You still prefer amongst when it's followed with us. Again I must point to your flagrant disregard for those who have trouble pronouncing the letter 's'. I can only conclude that you are a teaser and a tantaliser of men.
Maybe I shall suggest to the authorities here that you are placed on moderation for a while - the delay between posts being approved will give you a chance to cool your heels and think the content thro', somewhat.
Mong.
Don't call me somewhat.
"... when it's followed with us." I feel rather ill.
/ban
:nob:
Raf
Noice.
Big Les = BridgeQuote:
Originally Posted by MCHeshPants420
Chebus = SGG.
Quality.
My dad probably has a job rotting in a coffin for all I know. :(
Good thread...maybe I'll go find him.
He's probably in DC ffs. :dry:
P'raps you should.Quote:
Originally Posted by Busyman
You may have things which you are desirous to say at him.
My dad was a professor in linguistic.
huh? He still alive. :) As you retired, your titles gone too.
Where's that.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dark Steno
Whachu mean? :huh: the place?
I guess my adopted father is technically still an MD, you get that for life, just without a current license to practice. I imagine most of you thought he was a rapper who simply called himself "Dr", given the streetwise tough-guy image I potray here.
His job now is sitting in boxer shorts watching baseball on the television, which I find less impressive, so it doesn't get forced into so many threads via segue.
My natural father is likely doing what Busyman's dad is. He was a professional drinker of Scotch and I haven't heard from him since I was 1.
My mother was an English teacher, who specialized in teaching the deaf. That came to an end when I showed up though. Her training made dinnertime conversations a grammatical minefield.
So when my grammar goes ary, that is NOT a mistake, just youthful rebellion. :01:
As an aside, when my Mother sat down at the registrars desk in college and signed up for a science class, he asked her simply "why?". Times do change, eh?
Nurses and teachers, that is all they expected from women back then.
My dad did his apprentice for lucas areospace building thrust reverses and he`s still there now thirty years later trainig people up, but it`s not longer lucas areospace some french pepole have took over. :dry:
my dad was a cab office controller but was a butcher for most of his life.
You said he was a Prof "in linguistics", as opposed to "of linguistics".Quote:
Originally Posted by Dark Steno
It's a wee linguistics joke.
Butcher is another trade which require a long apprenticeship to be good at.Quote:
Originally Posted by 4play
Top chefs stick with the same butcher to supply them with quality ingredients, well prepared.
"ary" is perhaps the most subtle use of roddery it has ever been my pleasure to experience.Quote:
Originally Posted by hobbes
Whilst revelling in it I am at the same time saddened by that which I must have missed.
You, Sir are a cunning linguist. Are you Dark Steno's Dad at all.
Well, I did grow up in Lingusitics, but I haven't been there in ages, so I doubt it.Quote:
Originally Posted by JPaul
My Father is my best friend. Although retired now (72 yrs old) He is still more active than I am. He is a " Jack-of all trades " but an excellent Mechanic. Its where he first began his career, as an aircraft mechanic in the Air Force. He also worked for Pan American before doing Carpenters work. He was an Elevator Mechanic in NYC for a few years, then I was born and he came to Florida. His last job was for Walt Disney World, where he worked for 10 yrs as E.P.C.O.T. support.
Though somehow I manged to follow in his footsteps somehow, I have more respect for one of his other "jobs". He raised my sister and I pretty much alone after the death of my mother in 1977.
I'm not alone in how much I think of my father, here is a poem written by my own sister :cry:
Quote:
My Father
It's sad when you imagine the worst as I often do
and the worst I can imagine is living my life without you
when all is said and done, and all others have walked away
there you are my father, the rock that holds me up
daddy's little girl, you taught me to feed the ducks
afraid of the water you taught me how to swim
I had a dream in my heart, you taught me how to win
strong and steady, you're the arms that held me close
when cancer took my mother and fate chose you to be both
I'm not blind my father, of the things you gave away
when you fought to keep you're children and worked hard everyday
And I'm share my father you didn't know I was awake
when alone you sat at the table, and cried the night away
I'm sure you think my father, that you didn't do your best
but you see, I know the truth, and its pounding in my chest
please know, my father, that all I am is because of you
and don't ever doubt daddy, this love I feel for you
I know as long as I live, in my heart you'll be
but I don't think you know my father how much you mean to me
Dana P. Johnson
Copyright ©2005 Dana P. Johnson
http://poetry.com/Publications/displ...17&BN=999&PN=1
My Dad is bigger than your Dad, and could kick your Dad's arse. :snooty:
He owns a carpentry buisness, and is the bestest ever.
One year, when he was broke, he made me an rocking horse for xmas. I'll always love him for that. :wub: