My Manly Profession:

[aoffan23]

I work part-time at a grocery store.




Oh, we're talking about manly jobs? Never mind.

[Natalya]

You could probably make it sound manly if you exaggerated and embellished and carefully chose your words.

[RoC77]

When I feel like working, I help supply consumables at my local dispensary.

Fix'd

[Natalya]

Yeah maybe embellish it some more.

"I bag groceries and shit. But only when I feel like it. If I don't then that's too fucking bad grandma, you'll have to do it yourself. Sometimes I take in the shopping carts from outside. I'll grab like 20 of them and use my manly strength to push them at incredible velocity through the parking lot, so fast that it would kill any of the moms who come in if they dare get in the way. I banged half of them by the way. Suck on that Warhead!!"

[aoffan23]

This, I can work with.

Also, when i feel like it, I push carts stacked a metre and a half high with boxes full of food and shit. Then I throw them wherever the fuck I want on the shelves because they were pissing me off when they were in the back room. Then I sit in the back room for fifteen minutes and admire just how awesome I am.

[feuer_faust]

There you go. So long as you remind your customers to shop smart.

[spartan117]

safeway?

I kill people

[Ross_Varn]

Daily I fight off the ravening hordes of Deep Ones, antisocial creatures that dwell in small covens in light-devoid chambers beneath our very cities. They emerge periodically for new things to amuse themselves, still rank and smelling of the...

SAVE THE MORLOCKS

Dammit.

My job? I construct apt debatable pieces to submit to the tourney of my peers, mingling with shaggable young women and badass young men. It mainly consists of socialital finagling and attempting to decide what the supervising members of this oddly-constructed mess wish to find in my folders of work.

And then I return home and work on it.

Full time student. It's all in the context.

[Rody]

My profession?
it consists of the juggling and distorting of formulae, interlaced with discussion on the very nature of our universe followed by written manuscripts detailing my work. and on certain evenings it becomes my task to pour drinks for my peers. (and clean up their broken glasses, why can't people drink without breaking stuff?)

I am a student (science major) that volunteers as a barkeep for our student bar.

[Keldoclock]

I am a student (science major) that volunteers as a barkeep for our student bar.

[Rody]

Ah so that's why...
and here I was thinking it was because I'm an autistic way too thin pot-smoking weirdo.

[Natalya]

There you go. So long as you remind your customers to shop smart.

Shop S-Mart.

[Warhead]

Today:

Caught a Pedophile trying to get one past the system today and made sure he doesn't get a job working with children.

Untangled a Gregorian Knot of records involving twins, one wanted for Murder.

Dealt with a case involving a woman who tied her three year olds hands behind her back and drowned her in the bath.

[Tzan]

I create construction drawings in AutoCad.
Usually walk in closets for Trapist monks.
Then Warhead breaks a new flashlight "somehow", while arresting the trapist.

[Warhead]

I did not strike the defendant with me baton. No, I can not explain why he sustained a fractured skull. I would not like to speculate on the type of violent acquaintances someone with your clients background might make.

Interpretation: Yup, I hit the fucker but goood, but you can't prove it shitface. The snuggler had it coming.