The only job I ever recall wanting at school age was to be a graphic designer. It was what my cousin was studying for, and was a very "cool" job at the time (he is now a potter and art teacher). I left school and studied art for two years before deciding I was never going to make money at it.
Dream job? Cripes knows!
Buying and selling classic cars, running a VW camper hire shop, running an idyllic coastal B&B, prawnstar...
Dream job? Cripes knows!
Buying and selling classic cars, running a VW camper hire shop, running an idyllic coastal B&B, prawnstar...
No, I've no idea how I managed it.

, accountancy paid best at the time and I was always quite good with numbers.
). So I ended up with no idea of what I wanted to do and quite depressed, and ended up doing nothing. So then I was press ganged into working in Dad's office as a junior for a pittance, but found out I was quite good in the sales office so got promoted (although not much more money!). Stayed there for a couple of years, then it was sold off by head-office and lots of us made redundant. Dad got enough pay-out to open his own place, so I worked there running the sales office for a few more years til I got married and had #1 son. In between having the kids I worked in a petrol station, a DIY shop and a nursing home, had various breakdowns with my health, and ended up where I am now, part-time student, allotmenteer, voluntary school gardener, moderator and in pain a lot of the time!!
) Don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed almost every job I had, paid or unpaid, and gained a lot...but the only way I know to handle the frustration is to not think of my limits, and that is no longer possible because I am between a rock and a hard place.
The worst thing is seeing skivers getting paid for doing a poor job at something I could do, and would do with heart and soul.
Doing something that is socially useful as part of a team, as opposed to say, selling tobacco or booze, is really what makes me tick though.
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