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- Firemen start fires.
- Getting fired means being set on fire.
- You can be literally anything you want - animal, vegetable or mineral
I used to believe that the "Employees Only" room in the back of the store was where the employees lived.
Whan I was younger I never understood why someone would like to be a a boss. The boss is the one that has to pay all the workers, and why would you wnat to have a job were you have to pay instead of getting paid.
I don't know why, but I used to believe that matches got sulphur on one end because people sat at a table, dipping each match in it. I pictured it as a factory of some sort, and I felt sorry for the people having that as a job, because it must have been very boring.
I used to believe that boys had to go to school all their lives whereas girls could stay at home and play. I thought that was really unfair. It was a long time before I realised my father went to school because he was a schoolteacher and my mother stayed at home and played with me because she was a housewife.
When I was very young, probably about 3 or 4 I got very upset when my father had to leave the house to go to work. My grandmother hugged me and explained that he was out making money. I felt so sorry for my dad after that - for years I believed that he was working underground in a horrible, dark, hot factory hand carving coins and cutting out paper notes - poor dad!
That you had to be missing at least two teeth to be a truck driver.
This is right out of "Rugrats" or something. Geeeeez. When I was a kid I used to think all adults worked at the same place. It was in a big building simply called "Work" and always involved something I didn't understand with computers.
For a while I wanted to be a animal trainer for films. Id seen Mary Poppins and thought it was so cool how somebody had got the robin to sit on her finger and sing along with her.
Eventually I forgot about this ambition, until many years later I was watching Mary Poppins with my family. Along came the robin, and I felt a surge of loss to see it was clearly animatronic (and oversized). I complained that I was CERTAIN the robin had been real.
My family now point out any animatronic or CIG animal on TV and tell me it's not real. I'm 18.
(although there ARE animal trainers for TV.... just not for the animal I thought :( )
Someone once told me that a hooker was a woman who "sold her body for money." I thought that they must cut off strips of their skin and sell them in big tents like at craft fairs. I never really wondered who would want to buy that.
When I was about 5 years old, I always wanted to be a shop-assistant who works at the cashier because I believed that I could thake home all the money with me in the evening
When my sister started working at a bank, she often discussed with my parents about the "Swiss Bank Secret". I always wondered what this could be. I imagined, everyone who start working at the bank could go in a huge treasure and catch sight of it, but wasn't allowed to talk about what he has seen...
When I was younger I believed that "Help Wanted" meant that you had to go to prison, and help the criminals...Boy, was I upset when my brother applied for a job!
When i was little i wanted to be a lolly pop lady when i grew up because i truly believed that you got payed in lolly pops so it was my dream job.
When I was young, my dad kept getting better job offers from employers and that kept us moving. The new employer would always pay for the move, so I used to think that anytime someone moved to a new house, a big truck would pull up and lots of men would pack everything up and move it for you. I wish I had been right.
when i was a little kid, i thought that the "baby sitter" was actually gunna sit on me haha
My dad worked 3rd sh ift when I was growing up and he would get home usually before I had to go to school. Well we had a big window I used to stand at and wait for him to arrive...the window had nails all around it that we used to hold christmas lights. I believed that if I pulled all the nails out and put them back in he would be home before I was done. It worked EVERY time.
I used to believe that carpenters worked on cars. I was four when my parents bought a house that they kept referring to the carpenter, as in: the carpenter did this or that wrong, or didn't finish something. I thought, "well, what is he doing building houses when he is supposed to be fixing cars?"
When I was younger I wanted to be an Airline-ticket-taker because I loved watching the airplanes all day, I didn't want to be a pilot because I didn't want to leave my parents. I guess I figured I would just have to bring them to work with me
i used to believe that pirates were real. And when i was younger i wanted to be one because you have loads of advebtures and you get to see the world. I still like to think that! lol
When I was 5, we went to my dad's office after hours (it was probably around 7 pm). My mom told me not to touch anything, so I wouldn't break it. I was standing there really politely, my hands behind my back. (Incidentally, we had gone to pick up something that my dad had left and needed--he wasn't there, but the building security guard had let us in.) I got bored, wandered over to the window, and there was this little machine sitting there that printed checks. (For all of you young'uns out there, it was this odd thing that you stuck the check in the bottom, pushed manual typewriter like numbers on, and then pulled a big handle, like a slot machine, and it would print the numbers on the check in rainbow colors.) Anyway, I was bored, and I had been allowed to play with this thing before, so I grabbed some blank paper, stuck it in where the check went, and pushed some numbers. As soon as I went to pull the handle, the alarm in the building went off--and it was loud!!! The security guard ran out of the office, and my mom grabbed me to run out of the building--I was really scared! I thought that I had done it by playing with the check machine, especially after I had been told to not touch anything!!! And, I thought the police were on their way to take me off to jail! Needless to say, I never disturbed ANYTHING in my dad's office again!