Sunday Scribblings #80 - First Job, Worst Job, Dream Job

First Job :
The first thing that came to mind was the hardest first job anyone could imagine - getting to where I am now - hurdling over a sad mother, sad kid, absent father = survivor! But nah, don't want to go there this time!

When I left school, there was no vocational guidance, no guidance at all! Girls were groomed to catch a husband and breed. Workwise the choices were limited ... secretary, teacher, nurse, hairdresser, shop girl, no girls I knew went to University. I wanted any occupation that would get me out of home. I wanted to join the Army, the Navy, the Police Force or be a Nanny, but was told I was not clever enough. I went round in a circle with the first paid job being a telephonist, a switch bitch, for the Postmaster Generals Dept which to mother's delight got me back living with Grandmother. I was on a downhill run again!

Worst Job :
You know I can't think of one. I've done a myriad of jobs ... telephonist, bars, waitress, office, sales, Wife, Mother, cleaned toilets, cleaned hotels, store detective, kitchen hand, market stalls, lover, retailer, baby sitter, cook, hotel manager, counsellor, seamstress, stick picker, cotton chipper, trainer, workplace assessor, community representative, advocate, demonstrator, chef, operations manager, chef manager, catering contractor, scribe, sociologist, collector, volunteer, trouble maker, problem solver, drama queen, stirrer, party guest. There's a zillion more ... both paid and unpaid, all led somewhere, all met the need of keeping a roof over my head - no job worse than any other other, the motto was always work to live not live to work!

Dream Job :
That's easy ... I'm doing it now! Went through all the other BS to get to where I am now! The wages are shite, the conditions are brilliant, the uniform is flanellette, the hours are flexible, the possibilities are endless and the Boss is Moi!!