I went for a job with a Scientific object, It was to examine the behaviour of ants in Dorset.
The day job was simple, I had to look at ant behaviour of Henry, Joe and Tom and who had red, blue and yellow paint on their thorax or head and note what they did, who they talked to at specific intervals during the day.
That was in the field where me an Anna spent a month at a time, day and night. Well the nights were spent in the sleeping bag, naked, in the tent with Anna. We were young and she was a dominant type and I spent my nights being kissed, licked and tied up.
The other part of the job was statistics on a hand calculator, I did this in the lab and here I never saw Anna, but it was only for two days in each month. There were no weekends and no holydays, my whole time there was like a holiday. We were doing ant populations, death rate and the number of births as well as a typical day in the life on an ant. There were about 3000 in this neck of the woods.
I suppose it was a privileged job, with Anna (that's not her name), but the next year, when I saw my psychiatrist he threw a wobbly and decided I knew enough and since I had Anna I no longer needed my brain. "You need it to get a job and find a mate, but once that is achieved you don't need it", so he cut off my brain. The result: I was useless and could do nothing, I could not even find my way to the research station as it was deep in woods and far from any railway station, not signposted and basically no one knew it was there.
My memory failed and I no longer had any job, eventually I found myself back home, and I took some more courses of some sort having no memory of this little life I had. That's medicine. that's the Church (of Christ, the King).
Chris
02/01/2010