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I really want the job of "head receiver," like Jerry here.
I laughed out loud when I saw someone I know on LinkedIn convert from real estate agent to βprompt engineerβ
That one bugs me. Should require an engineering degree.
Language creep. I imagine it gets worse as we age...
-Senior Application Engineer
Worked in printing before things were phased to computers and had to shoot/cut out negatives on a light table for the press plates. It was called βstrippingβ. So, I was a stripper once without taking off any clothes.
Pharmacists are drug dealers. At least I call them that. π
I was being recruited to design and develop a machine that sorted bull semen into male and female and I half jokingly said Iβd consider it if i could have the title of Sr Semen Sorter and manager said ok. COVID stopped the project though
At first I was like "good luck finding that female semen..." Then I realized I'm just dumb.
Yeah I'm still not getting it lol
In case you seriously aren't getting it, it would sort sperm based on whether it had an "x" or a "y" chromosome
Shit ok that's what I thought but I misremembered some biology and told myself that's not how it works lmao.
You can separate bull semen? I don't want to Google this. How is this done?
No need to Google
You can separate bull semen
by just using your mouth. Hope this helps!
At least you werenβt the Head Semen Collector
A good line from a video about a cancelled game jam documentary: "Matti was hired as a Pepsi Consultant, a job title less dignified than Human Trafficker"
If I remember reading some old Mac magazine correctly, Guy Kawasaki's official job title at Apple was "Intergalactic Evangelist".
I worked with a guy who was Happiness Officer and all my friends found it hilarious. He was pretty good at keeping the team happy though so I didn't give him too much shit about it.
Futurologist
I know that is used for someone who generally has a good enough grasp on science and technology to make rough approximations of what could happen as those fields progress, but it sounds like a fancy term for a psychic.
I'm switching my LinkedIn title to Futuronomist to avoid this kind of mixup
"Thinker" is probably the most obnoxious one I've heard of, from the CTO of a tech company
I feel like besides being a silly title, I feel like it would rub me the wrong way if I worked at that company with any other title.
Because of the implication.
Maybe this doesn't count but... I once had a manager who had "Master of All He Surveys" on his business card.
We didn't get a long too well.
Nobody gonna bring up "fluffer"?
Chief Trainee.
Context: The hierarchy at this job I once had (and still kind of have) went like this:
First, the four departments:
Technician, Navigator, Mechanic, Processor.
The structure:
Trainee tech/nav/mech/proc -> tech/nav/mech/proc ->
Shift Leader tech/nav/mech/proc ->
Chief tech/nav/mech/proc ->
Party Chief
This one guy we hired was good at what he did, and he had years of experience from a different company. He was hired with the understanding that he'd take on the chief role after some time.
However, HR stupidity dictated that a certain duration with the company was required for various levels, so he had to start as a trainee. And pay was also linked to this, and he was supposed to be paid as a chief.
So I as a shift lead at that time had him working under me as Chief Trainee so he could learn our methods and systems before he got into the role as my Chief.
I was looking for a new job recently and found a listing for Part-time Manhole Cover Inspector. Was tempted to apply, but I was not qualified.
My younger brother had a summer job in high school as a worm farmer.
I saw a job at an abbatior for a "first boner". I knew what they meant and it was still funny.
I've taught Sex Ed in high school
I've been a topless waiter (I'm a dude, sorry)
And a stilt walker, and magician, and balloon twister
And I was paid to stilt walk in a library singing The One Pound Fish song as part of an art installation
Does that count?
A former colleague had the title "Project Professional".
As you can tell, he was good at doing projects, just not at doing anything in those projects.
I'm a Eurovision fan (spoiler alert: the 2024 edition was dogshit). Hmm... I'm calling myself something else now.
A Eurovisionary.
I was once a flamer.
The weirdest I've ever had was "Keyholder".
My ex briefly had the title of "Bioethicist".
I AM THE GATEKEEPER!
One of the dispensaries near me has weed consultants called "Rangers."
My ancestor (born circa 1720) was a matchstick saleswoman. Her name was Gillette, same as the razor brand. I try to live up to her legacy
Erection engineer.
My aunt used to work as a "cheese stirrer"
Pornography Historian
"Photographer nose itcher" is one that comes to mind.
It's not that the rationale doesn't make sense (imagine trying to concentrate a camera and suddenly being itchy and wishing you had someone scratch you so you don't have to unconcentrate your camera so you can free a hand in order to itch the itchy part), but imagine a second person following you around for that purpose in particular, like a photographer's equivalent to the Piss Boy.
In some industries, the safety officer in charge is usually called the "competent person".
Not me but a buddy of mine was a "Cheese Monger". I always found that one pretty funny.
Also when I was in high school, I was going through a book of prefessions in "Careers" class and I found "Chick Sexer". Heh... Heheh... Chick Sexer.
In my first company an intern that updated our webpage from time to time was our Internet Content Manager.