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prestidigitator,
I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.
I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.
I'm an artist, a designer, a craftsman, interior designer, half-architect. There's no one name that fits me very well.
I'll have your fucking job for this, you animal-raping, backwoods, hillbilly
He that staies does the businesse.
While the archetype of the tinker is generally the whipping person in classical bedtimes stories, this particular individual was a tinker by trade and just happened to be economically disadvantaged.
I am less comfortable saying I am a jeweller and more comfortable saying I am a story teller.
I like doing things where I can get dirty, work with my hands, and use power tools. Last weekend, I did some grouting.
I like anybody who does any kind of construction.
My thief of junk. Climber of mountains. Builder of worlds.
My occupation now, I suppose, is jail inmate.
engineer finishes
I rope steers in team roping events. There's a header and a heeler on a roping team, and I'm the heeler.
I thought you were some sort of camp counselor," Julian finally said to Kelly. "Work with troubled kids and all that." Kelly pursed his lips. "Yeah. It's called Camp Asskicker.
I'll give you a 'you tried' badge next time I see you.
A first-class storyteller
I'm a knitter. My projects are the ultimate in 'some assembly required.
I like to work a lot with wood. I make furniture that falls apart. I also sew.
Who remove stones, bruise their fingers.
The only job worse is a javelin catcher at a track - and - field meet.
I'm an image-maker.
I'm a complete and utter busker.
The only honourable work my parents knew was blue-collar. But while my father Robert ran a pawnbroker's shop, and my mother was a waitress, I moved into a middle-class world with a level of security they never knew.
alter kocker like me. Street-word is Hal hired Coral
I was a rust repairer. I was a rust repairer and full-time survivor. I survived all the major earthquakes, and the Titanic, and several air crash.
Working all winter shining all summer
I'm a storyteller.
To a crafty man, a crafty and an halfe.
But what kind of person makes tea in a blender?
Writer. Another word for poor.
A man and his tools make a man and his trade.
[In my home workshop,] generally I'm mending things, which is interesting because you learn a lot about why they broke.
Pip, dear old chap. life is made of ever many partings welded together, as I may say, and one man's a blacksmith and one's a whitesmith, one's a goldsmith, and one's a coppersmith. Diwisions among such must come, and must be met as they come.
My grandfather was a shoemaker who worked in a shoe factory.
As far back as I remember, and earlier, I was an artisan, a maker and doer. Mechanically minded, my parents said.
A quiet worker but a very productive one and a great one for the state of Georgia.
I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick-maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply mute, Blows out his brains upon the flute.
I was a blacksmith's boy but yesterday; I am - what shall I say I am today?
With Hammer And Nails He Was A Carpenter,With Hammer And Nails He Became A Saviour.
My father, an architectural photographer, was an incurable tinkerer, maker and mender.
My uncle always said that I could have been a rancher.
steward, bailiff, falconer, houndmaster
I'm a yarn teller. My job is to engage you as much as I can and as often as I can.
SALES SPECIALIST. CAN EAT BITTERNESS AND ENDURE HARDSHIP.
Mechanic slaves
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
Uplift us to the view.
Architect. One who drafts a plan of your house, and plans a draft of your money.
Needy knife-grinder! whither are ye going? Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order; Bleak blows the blast-your hat has got a hole in it. So have your breeches.
Well, what is my job now?".
I don't mind the word 'dilettante.' A dilettante means someone who does what he loves.
To a hammer, every problem is a nail," we said on the team but we called him 'the screwdriver'. We were confronted with stubborn nails and we needed a sledgehammer.
French zombie chauffeur.
Life: my favorite occupation.
I am a woman who came from the cotton fields of the South. From there I was promoted to the washtub. From there I was promoted to the cook kitchen. And from there I promoted myself into the business of manufacturing hair goods and preparations ... I have built my own factory on my own ground.
I'm a farmer with a mandolin and a high tenor voice.
Maybe I'd be a bank robber. Some god-damned thing. Something with flare, fire. You only had one shot. Why be a window washer?
I'm a job creator.
I'm an assistant storyteller. It's like being a waiter or a gas-station attendant, but I'm waiting on six million people a week, if I'm lucky.
I would describe her more as a knitter than a doer.
At heart, I'm a reconstructive surgeon.
Ah betcha you wants some dressed up dude dat got to look at de sole of his shoe everytime he cross de street tuh see whether he got enough leather dere tuh make it across.
Why had I entered this profession? I could have gone in for something easier and gentler - like coalmining or lumberjacking.
The Russell slaves name Tom has his own blacksmith shop on East Bay. Missus Russell let him work for hire all day
You wanna know my occupation?
I get paid to rock the nation.
I go to work.
I build engines and attach wheels to them.
I consider myself more a craftsman than an artist.
Of all mechanics, of all servile handycrafts-men, a gamester is the vilest. But yet, as many of the quality are of the profession, he is admitted amongst the politest company.
I'm a workin' girl.
A man with battered hands is shown to be a craftsman only when he puts them to work.
I'm like Jane Austen - I work on the corner of the dining table.
I just like to build things and do things.
My days are spent wrangling children, chipping dried manure from boots, washing jeans, and frying calf nuts.
I was hired as a penciler.
Doorman - a genius who can open the door of your car with one hand, help you in with the other, and still have one left for the tip.
Maker - their word for worm,
I am a humble artist moulding my earthly clod, adding my labour to nature's, simply assisting God. Not that my labour is needed, yet somehow I understand, my Maker has deemed it that I too should have Unmoulded clay in my hand.
I enjoyed carpentry, and it was very good to me for 12 years.
You niggas so-so like a seamstress.
Nurses nurse
and teachers teach
and tailors mend
and preachers preach
and barbers trim
and chauffeurs haul
and parents get to do it all.
I am the menial, at the beck and squawk of any feathered worthy who wants service.
First of all, I'd like to say here the fact that I'm not naturally a craftsman has made me work very hard.
Iwas a sculptor.Butthat'sreallydrawinga drawing you fall over in the dark, a three-dimensional drawing.
Mum had a job fitting upholstery into cars, but, in the evenings, she worked as a seamstress.
Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel, I am a carpenter of my own soul.
I was raised to farm work.
If I could do it all again, I'd be a plumber.
A fix-it man, they used to call it, when things still got fixed instead of just junked. If
Graft at your craft!
So I have this word for much of what I do in life: 'plorking.' I'm not playing and I'm not working, I'm plorking.
I didn't know you were such a caveman."
"I'm a damn contractor. Of course I'm a fucking caveman.
Litigant. A person about to give up his skin for the hope of retaining his bones.
The two oldest professions in the world - ruined by amateurs.
A bad workman quarrels with the man who calls him that.
I am a story-teller working with a craft. My job is to use my craft - which is a different thing to my race - and tell a story well.
One day we will all cherish the memory of having blacksmiths on every corner.
My son is now an 'entrepreneur.' That's what you're called when you don't have a job.
I was a hard-workin' little boy. Oh, I worked. Pullin' cotton, shockin' grain, cuttin' wheat, loadin' wheat, choppin' cotton, cleanin' chicken houses, milkin' cows, plowin'.
When it comes to scrapes, I'm what you might call a talented amateur. But I've gotten a good look at that women in and out of that fancy mechanical shell she wears. She's a pro. We're not playing the same sport.
Churning, baking, spinning and soap-making. In summer,
Who is wurs shod, than the shoemakers wyfe,With shops full of shoes all hir lyfe?
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