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Poorly explain what you do for a living!

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I used to walk around buildings looking at what doors to open and close before telling others to go to said building and opening and closing the correct doors.
Some buildings would make loud noises and I would send people to turn the noise off and find out what caused it. (Best one was a squirrel running around a class room... damn they're fast!)
Had to stop all that and now I'm not even allowed to be a government artist.

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I spend a lot of time looking at pages with lots of numbers on them; then I do a few bits of arithmetic, compare the numbers I get with numbers on another page, and tell my boss (usually) that it's not significant.
I tell people how to have fun and where to go to find it, how much it's likely to cost them, and some things they probably shouldn't do if they want to be alive to have fun again the next day. And to bring sunscreen and bug repellent.

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I put things in boxes. Those boxes go on a truck. Someone delivers those boxes to your door
Waste other people's money pretending smile

Technical support is a process for transforming absurd amounts of sugar and caffein into working computers.

Something, I suppose. I can't remember exactly what, but they keep sending me checks.

Waste my education writing progress reports no one reads, but that are required.

I transport hoes and bros around the city

Basically, I sign my autograph 50 or 60 times a day, or do it digitally, so other people can get paid, move in, or start working.

I plant things and play with manure

I try to make sure people can do the right stuff ...... and fix/cover up (depending on whether I like them...) when they do the wrong stuff

I am part of the unwilling. Doing the unkowing for the ungrateful.

I herd numbers using various levels of torture implements.

I stick pieces of metal together

I am the brains that tells the computer what to do. I could tell it to delete all your money from your bank accounts. 😈 But, I probably won’t. 😇

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I stop rich people from doing stupid stuff on London.

I repair whatever the genius that was driving the thing broke

Some people have said that I might be very important. Others say I once was. That’s the mystery. I don’t really have a clear idea why it is important that anyone needs to know what I do.

I translate languages spoken by a bunch of technology nerds in such a way that tough people who kill things for a living can understand.

I bring life to the world in the form of greenery

I am infrequently busy and at other times I am rarely occupied.

Bringing people back to life.

I grow stuff

Fall short of Miss Pixel's expectations. I'm good at it.

Computer whisperer.

I install what's new, maintain what works and fix what's broken. End of CV.