Posts Tagged job

May 21 2013

Dream Job

If you could do anything in the world to make a living what would it be?

There are really two ways to approach this.

On the one hand, there is the real wishful-thinking approach. When I was a kid I always wanted to be a doctor, and right up to applying to university that was still my plan. However I didn’t get the grades I needed to go on a medical course, so I ended up studying maths instead, and it’s actually a damn good job because I would have been a terrible doctor. Just terrible.

If I think about it now, those dream jobs that I know are probably never going to come about, I always have problems with them. I would like to be a chef – but it is incredibly hard work. I would like to run a bookshop – but it’s incredibly difficult to do so successfully.

Of course, I would like to do nothing at all and still be paid, but that’s just silly.

This really brings me to my second approach – reality. In all ways that matter to me – I pretty much have my dream job. Not in the sense that it is a job I always dreamed of – who can honestly say that they dream of being a local government officer? – but in the sense that I love doing what I do, where I do it, and with the people I do it with. My job is important to me, it makes a difference to the people I serve, and I’m good at it. I’m not sure you can really ask for much more than that.

May 8 2013

First Job

Tell us about your first job. Did you love it or was it horrendous?

Ok, this may be slightly cheating, because I’m not thinking here about what most people would probably consider to be their first ‘real’ job.

My first job was being a paperboy.

I don’t think it happens so much any more, but when I was growing up, almost everyone had their paper delivered. I never really got pocket money from my dad, and he encouraged me to find a job and learn the value of money. In passing I should note that in this respect it failed entirely – I am totally useless when it comes to money. Mrs Worm is in charge of that otherwise we would be flat broke in very short order.

Anyway, I had two or three different routes in my time – this was up to about the ago of 14 or 15, and I still have very strong memories of that time. I would have to get up at about 5.30, spend anywhere up to an hour at the shop getting the papers ready, in order and so on. These were quite long routes. I’m not sure how many houses – but a lot. Obviously there is a limit to how many papers one young boy can carry, but I grew up in a rural area – the houses were far apart at times. I just did quick check on Google maps, and the routes were in the region of 3 to 4 miles. So I was cycling 3 miles + a day, carrying a heavy bag of papers. On a Sunday it could actually be 2 bags – Sunday papers are massive.

I really enjoyed it. I would have my (cheap copy of a) Walkman on (I used to go through batteries like water) probably singing out loud without realising it. I remember listening to Queen’s Greatest Hits, the Beatles Red and Blue albums and Def Leppard’s ‘Hysteria’ day after day after day. I was earning decent money – something like £10 a week, which at the time was quite good pay, because I took the longer routes. I was getting good exercise, although I didn’t think of it like that.

It got to the point where I could put together a route of say 100 papers without referring to the list, I just knew which papers had to go in which order. It really was a great little job.

To this day, I still sometimes wake up from a dream in a panic thinking that I’m late for my paper round. A job I haven’t done for nearly 30 years.