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Dentist82,
Well met, brother.
Yeah, I know that road. Route Rat we called it, I think. IED alley. Well, one of them. The 4-lane with the median, and the guard rails we kept tearing down and putting back up. Is that the one? Comes into Baghdad from the southwest, bypassing the Green Zone?
We were guarding a few bridges in the capital during the elections. An English professor (a dark-haired lady, about 60 yrs old, spirited woman) from the university there blamed me for blowing up one of the big apartments on the river. She was crying so hard, and kept hitting me on my body armor. My boss called me a coward for letting her, but I felt so bad for her. And for all of you.
That's when I knew I wanted to go to college, to find some way of giving back.
The first time, in Fallujah. They called us in to bail out the Marines and infantry that were getting their asses kicked. When we left, everything went tits-up, again. It was before the tank-busting IED's really got going.
BIAP? Are you talking about that ING post with the Special Forces guys that never did anything, beside the Olympic Stadium? Or that fancy place in Baghdad? The names get a little fuzzy, with all the chemistry I've been studying! Ha ha!
It really sounds familiar, though. Spent a lot of time helping the ING training down there.
No, didn't do anything with the NATO guys, though.
Wait... are you talking about the place with the multinational tents? The Polish and Australian and everybody? Where that antelope used to run around, the one that got out of the zoo? The one everybody wanted to eat?
I respect the National Guard thing you're doing, and I'd love to watch you beat some racist's ass. You know it's coming, sooner or later. Be ready for it!
My own little brother just threatened to break my arm for sticking up for you guys. Don't let them catch you alone, man.
I would really love to keep in touch with you. Are you on any networking sites or anything? There's so much I'd like to talk with you about.
Good luck on your big speech! It's pretty encouraging that they're letting you speak. You've earned it! Kicks ass that they're at least smart enough to recognize it! A speech is a good start. I wish they'd give classes, but it's never gonna happen.
Please, just tell me one thing, though:
I was told after the initial war that the Fedayeen was responsible for recruiting infantry. Supposedly, they'd hold a family by gunpoint, give the males an AK, and force them to not come back before they'd emptied two magazines.
They said they were told that our tanks were made of wood, and the AK's would fire right through them. And that we couldn't see at night.
Have you heard anything about this? Anything at all?
Re: the parenting issue: I agree with Mr. and Mrs. Ed AND all the other parents. Parenting is simultaneously the easiest and the hardest job ever. Which end of the continuum it happens to fall on for me on a given day depends totally on how I feel that day. Oddly enough, the more kids I had the easier it got.
Perhaps I'm a bit different than some, b/c I see parenthood as a kind of sacred honor and awesome responsibility.
That's great, but that doesn't make it a job. It's your personal life.
What would you think if you asked me what the hardest job in the world was, and I said "being a bachelor. I come home to an empty apartment every night, and there's no one there to talk to. As a bachelor, you don't have any close emotional supports. Everything that needs to be done, YOU have to do--and you have to do it by yourself. Want dinner? YOU have to make it--and then do the dishes. Alone. Is there cleaning to be done, bills to be paid, laundry, grocery shopping? You have to do it all. When you're on rotations that leave you virtually no spare time, you still have to make sure to pay the bills and balance the checkbook, because no one else will notice them. If you need to take your car to the mechanic, you have no built-in person to give you a ride to school or take you back to pick it up when it's done. Yes, it sure is tough having no help in life. So being a bachelor is the toughest job."
You'd think I had missed the point, right? Because there is no job called "being a bachelor." It's not a job. It's just life. So it is with parenting. Raising children may well be harder in some sense than a factory job where all you do is pull a lever every time a product comes down the conveyor belt, but that doesn't change the fact that it's not a job.
BTW, I've never been in the military, but I must say that even more ridiculous than calling parenting the hardest "job you've ever done" is the implication that it's harder than being in combat. Let me know when your kids start shooting at you.
And as to the folks who are not parents who think it's easy... nothing will change their minds. They have no frame of reference.
I don't think anyone here said that being a parent was easy. What I said was... one more time... IT'S. NOT. A. JOB.
This thread has somehow broken down into an argument over semantics. How do you define "job"?
As a parent, I agree. No matter what, it is not a job. You can get fired from a job, you can't really get fired from being a parent. And you are a parent whether or not you want to be or not and if you choose to be or not.
I never knew how hard my parents worked, how much they sacrificed, until I became a parent. I sent my parents a thank you note after my children were born.
And as to the folks who are not parents who think it's easy... nothing will change their minds. They have no frame of reference.
This thread has somehow broken down into an argument over semantics. How do you define "job"? For those of you who define job simply as paid employment, then no, parenting is not paid employment. But it appears that most parents on this thread use the definition of job as duty or responsibility, in which case parenting is most definitely a job. Everyone has the right to their own opinions, so let's agree to disagree and move on.
Now please, can we get back to the job descriptions of (still my favorite on this thread) porn-palace-floor-mopper-upper?
Peace.
As the OP I agree with jinx. My original purpose of this thread is to see if we, as non-trads, need to fear medical school. Most of us have already gone through things that would make traditional students cringe with fear. I wondered if medical school could be worse.
The parenting discussion is a distraction from this, because those of us who are parents will still be parents while we go to medical school. So extolling the greatness of mothers or minimizing their contributions is simply a PC non-sequitor towards the purpose of the thread.
I'm of the opinion, and the posts on this thread seem to confirm this to me, that medical school is a real bear for people who have never had to work 60 hour weeks for months at a time. Fortunately, many non-trad students have done this many times.
Sorry to contribute to the continued derailing of this thread, but I gotta ask ... when does parenting get hard? When you add that fourth kid? When they're teenagers? Granted, I've only been at this gig for about two years, but so far, it's been pretty easy. Parenting a baby and then a toddler has involved a lot of tasks, and some of them are tedious to be sure, but exactly none of it has been hard.
Also, just to add a little more fuel to the fire, clearly parenting isn't a job. Nonsense. It's a relationship. Like wife. Wife isn't a job either. I'm mystified by the idea that being married is hard work. Wha??? In my (now eight years of) experience, it's far easier and more joy-filled than being single. Of course, you hear people say this all the time, that being married is hard work, and I always wonder what people are talking about? What's so hard? What's the work? I really don't get it.
On the other hand, being an intern is kicking my butt. Medical school, pretty damn easy with the exception of a month here or there. Internship, not so much.
I held three jobs(one full time and 2 part time) with full time college for 2 years. I worked at a restaurant(50+ hours), at a gas station(Monday from 12pm-12am) and at a 7Eleven(Friday thru Sunday- grave yard shifts from 11pm-10am). I took 12 credit hours(all on campus) each term including summer. Friday thru Sunday shift was the worst. I used to work from Friday 11am to Sunday 10pm with short naps during breaks at work(at restaurant). There was no sleep at 7Eleven as I was the only one working at night. I took classes in between work. Unbelievable, right? When I think about it now, I can't believe that I survived it. But the good thing about this is that I finished college with 3.1 cGPA; no student loans and some extra cash in my pocket.
You wanna bet? Can too. Seen it happen more than once--and with some parents that were actually very good. Listen there is no re-dos here.
Anyway a lot of what you are saying is exactly why it is a job + PLUS. You can walk away from it; but it will come back to haunt you and THE OTHERS INVOLVED.
Now you can walk a way from a job, position, and even profession, and it may or may not come back to haunt you or others involved. Mostly though, regardless, business as usual will carry on; since no one is really irreplaceable. The impact of excellent parenting is irreplaceable.
For some folks it comes down to life philosophy and worldview I think.
But plenty of people get fired, layed-off, quit, phased out, retire, whatever, and they may go through some mourning and humps, but they move on and get another position or do something else.
Again, if you facock it up with parenting, you might be able to rebound somewhat before you die; but SO MUCH of the damage is done, and it's done for a lifetime. No re-dos or do-overs really.
My overall suckiest paid "job" was a brief stint as a telemarketer type...it was for a charity...but it was STILL telemarketing, and people hated me. I probably have a need for approval - maybe that's one of the reasons I'm a doctor and maybe that's what made this job particularly intolerable for me.
I have FOUR CHILDREN currently ranging from 21 to 6. Cry me a river if you want to think I don't have experience in this matter as a parent. Of the entire group of kids, no one has been thrown in jail, they don't drink or do drugs, or smoke. One of the four is currently working as a pharmacy tech, another is proudly serving our country in the AF. The other two are too young to do much yet.
I'm more than aware that someone can screw up being a parent but that can happen whether they are there or not. You can even have people threaten to take away your children as Child Protective Services threatened to do to me. Do you want to know why they threatened? Because I was a college student and god forbid one would actually want a parent (or stepparent) to FINISH an education. I also lived in a conservative area and had a different worldview and different life experiences than the religious nutcases around here. They want you to be barefoot and pregnant all the time. If you aren't popping out those kids or if you are dreaming of doing something else with your life, you are in trouble and they report your butt for being a bad parent.
The fact that someone is fertile and proves it or that someone happens to get lucky in the genetic lottery or that someone marries someone with kids or goes off to acquire children via adoption or whatever, does not make it a job. It is a time consuming *non-job* that one cannot truly get out of. And you're right, there are no do-overs. There are rarely do-overs in many industries, including the one I left.
Medical schools (and graduate schools, law schools, etc) often state that if you are accepted into the program, you will not be allowed to hold a job. YET, parents are accepted to medical school all the time or students become parents during school. Sounds like the medical schools don't consider it a job either. Again, time consuming *non-job*.
The question that was asked was about jobs. Hardest job. The OP has stated they were looking for job, not parenting. That implies employment. I can't put being a parent on a resume (although my involvement in the PTA could be considered something.)
Now get back to the point of the thread. I want to read what other jobs from hell other non-trads have had. Some of them make me feel better about the conditions I worked.
edlongshanks,
3rd year of med school was the worst "job" I ever did, because of the verbal abuse, pressure and lack of time to sleep while still trying to find any time at all to study so as not to look like a ***** on rounds the next day. Closely following this would be 2nd year of med school and intern year, in no particular order. Following this would be 2nd year of residency (at least the "wards" months).
And I think you'll find med school challenging even if you have had a "real" job before.
I held three jobs(one full time and 2 part time) with full time college for 2 years. I worked at a restaurant(50+ hours), at a gas station(Monday from 12pm-12am) and at a 7Eleven(Friday thru Sunday- grave yard shifts from 11pm-10am). I took 12 credit hours(all on campus) each term including summer. Friday thru Sunday shift was the worst. I used to work from Friday 11am to Sunday 10pm with short naps during breaks at work(at restaurant). There was no sleep at 7Eleven as I was the only one working at night. I took classes in between work. Unbelievable, right? When I think about it now, I can't believe that I survived it. But the good thing about this is that I finished college with 3.1 cGPA; no student loans and some extra cash in my pocket.
ROTFLOL. . .I just read your profile, which, along with other interesting factors, states that you are 28. So, how does a 28 year old have a 21 year old along with the 3 others? Yes they or at least some of them could be your partners, but I'd say by math, when you were 7 you didn't take much part in the raising of some of them. . .especially 21 y.o. Come on already.
Reality and realistic perspective is everything.
You should consider your own world view since you are obviously severely limited in what makes a family so you'll forgive me if I sound insulted.
I was betrothed at 17 and married at 18 to someone 22 years my senior who had three kids. Try parenting a kid when you are only 7 years older than the eldest and getting to deal with "You're not my momma!" issues all while just barely being an adult yourself (and with no younger sibling/ child experience). The child who is in the military is exactly 10 years to the day younger than me. My wedding was basically "I do" and then "By the way, you've just inherited three kids. Have fun!" I was like "Whaaaaa??" . You couldn't depend on my mostly absent partner's (their father) to do anything nor their drug addicted biological mother. Where did it a good chunk of the burden of parenting fall? Me. Because of the kids, I was considered a non-trad even during undergrad, I have no idea what it is like to be a traditional student since I've always had family responsibilities.
The fact I only went through labour for one of the four, does not make them any less my children since I was taking care of them and had to deal with everything from the terrible 2s of the youngest stepchild to the various jr high and then high school crap. And I did that while going to school, working, publishing, volunteering, and basically being "Super Mom" as my undergraduate advisor used to call me etc. Was it time consuming? Yes. Was it difficult? Yes. Was it unlike almost anything else I experienced until that point? Definitely. Did I give up or postpone a lot of stuff to do it so that these kids wouldn't grow up to be a burden on society? Yes. Was it all fun and games? Hardly. Was it work/employment? No.
Hardest job for me still the consulting gig, which as the other posters are reminding me also included a form of telemarketing (sort of.) The telemarketing like part was so traumatizing, that I did everything I could to forget about.
You should consider your own world view since you are obviously severely limited in what makes a family so you'll forgive me if I sound insulted.
I was betrothed at 17 and married at 18 to someone 22 years my senior who had three kids. Try parenting a kid when you are only 7 years older than the eldest and getting to deal with "You're not my momma!" issues all while just barely being an adult yourself (and with no younger sibling/ child experience). The child who is in the military is exactly 10 years to the day younger than me. My wedding was basically "I do" and then "By the way, you've just inherited three kids. Have fun!" I was like "Whaaaaa??" . You couldn't depend on my mostly absent partner's (their father) to do anything nor their drug addicted biological mother. Where did it a good chunk of the burden of parenting fall? Me. Because of the kids, I was considered a non-trad even during undergrad, I have no idea what it is like to be a traditional student since I've always had family responsibilities.
The fact I only went through labour for one of the four, does not make them any less my children since I was taking care of them and had to deal with everything from the terrible 2s of the youngest stepchild to the various jr high and then high school crap. And I did that while going to school, working, publishing, volunteering, and basically being "Super Mom" as my undergraduate advisor used to call me etc. Was it time consuming? Yes. Was it difficult? Yes. Was it unlike almost anything else I experienced until that point? Definitely. Did I give up or postpone a lot of stuff to do it so that these kids wouldn't grow up to be a burden on society? Yes. Was it all fun and games? Hardly. Was it work/employment? No.
Hardest job for me still the consulting gig, which as the other posters are reminding me also included a form of telemarketing (sort of.) The telemarketing like part was so traumatizing, that I did everything I could to forget about.
Why is this so hard to believe? I married my first wife @ 18 yrs old, she was 65 years old. My daughter went through menopause when I was graduating high school.
I loved going out with her because we always scored the senior discount. RIP Gertrude. RIP.
Why is this so hard to believe? I married my first wife @ 18 yrs old, she was 65 years old. My daughter went through menopause when I was graduating high school.
I loved going out with her because we always scored the senior discount. RIP Gertrude. RIP.
This thread has somehow broken down into an argument over semantics. How do you define "job"? For those of you who define job simply as paid employment, then no, parenting is not paid employment. But it appears that most parents on this thread use the definition of job as duty or responsibility, in which case parenting is most definitely a job. Everyone has the right to their own opinions, so let's agree to disagree and move on.
Now please, can we get back to the job descriptions of (still my favorite on this thread) porn-palace-floor-mopper-upper?
Peace.
Just when you thought the Non-trad forum would be immune from the sillyness and bickering that defines *ahem* other forums on here.
The main reason I "moved" over to this forum. Lets not ruin it for me, eh?
I do my best. In general, this forum is devoid of of the pettiness that is on other forums and there appears to be more of an "we're all in this thing together mentality."
Aside from being a non-trad applicant at one time, that's why I like this forum.
Though, you'll miss out on one jillion "MD v. DO" and "Obama is going to destroy health care and you might as well get a job flipping burgers" threads here.
I agree. Porn-palace-floor-mopper-upper takes the cake.
Um, ok so back on topic if I may.
So for physically hard was a plumbers assistant (ditch digger) in way southeast Texas when I was a teenager. For reference look up the clay-dirt that exists in and around Beaumont Texas.
That being said, working with blind and/or deaf children teaching them awareness and self defense proved to be quite the challenge. Rewarding, oh so rewarding, but tiresome nonetheless.
edlongshanks,
3rd year of med school was the worst "job" I ever did, because of the verbal abuse, pressure and lack of time to sleep while still trying to find any time at all to study so as not to look like a ***** on rounds the next day. Closely following this would be 2nd year of med school and intern year, in no particular order. Following this would be 2nd year of residency (at least the "wards" months).
And I think you'll find med school challenging even if you have had a "real" job before.
Finaly saw the point, what a rabbit trail.
Finaly saw the point, what a rabbit trail.
Finaly saw the point, what a rabbit trail.
Ooh, if I win the trophy does that make me a trophy wife? I can add that to my resume.
It's amazing the cumulative breath of "life" experiences on this thread. I can almost vicariously have lived nine lives just reading through it.
The discussions here are stimulating and interesting, however, I would have to say you guys are competing for the "Most Long-winded Posters on all of SDN" trophy...
No harm, though, very good reads.
Don't tell me you think being a wife is a job too.