Irish Coffeehouse (doesn’t that name conjure up some pictures in your mind)
Is hosting this weeks Fun Monday
Here’s da rules;
Careers- Then and Now
THEN: As a child day dreaming of what your future would hold for you, what did you want to be when you grew up? Did you ever pursue or achieve it?
NOW: If you could be trained and placed in any career beginning tomorrow, what would it be?
This one is nearly to easy to bother with… but here goes;
In my youth I wanted nothing more than to be a Motor Mechanic, possibly the best Motor Mechanic around but still a Motor Mechanic.
There are more romantic names used now “Automotive Technician”, “Service Personnel” These guys all seem to wear white overalls or dust coats and are all presented to the public spotlessly.
Now in the real world, and I’ve been there, while you might start the day looking all neat clean and tidy come lunchtime and things have changed quite a bit, now you have the large grease patch on your chest where that stubborn *&$$##@& transmission landed when it suddenly let go the hold it had been maintaining on the engine.
On another day by 10 AM after you have wrestled with the front suspension in a nice clean (ON THE OUTSIDE) vehicle you have effectively removed the skin from three knuckles, made 3 trips to the washroom to flush the debris from your eyes and look more like a homeless tramp than an “Automotive Technician”.
Couple all this with a constant battle to get your fingernails clean and the hair you are washing daily with industrial strength products in a vain effort to have it looking stylish for the love of your life… Oh yes this all tends to happen at that time in your life when you really want to impress someone!!!
OK by now I think you are getting the idea that my career choice wasn’t perhaps quite right? Never one to quit early I stuck to my chosen career for the 5 years necessary to complete my apprenticeship plus another 12 months while I desperately applied for Jobs that had nothing to do with motor cars… I eventually got into a sales career that saw me through most of my working life.
There is VERY LITTLE evidence of this stage of my life surviving but this photo
gives strong support to the dirty fingernails and wrecked hair that I mentioned.
By the way don't waste your time trying to enbiggen this photo I'm not silly
enough to enable that function and show up the flaws on a larger scale.
As for the “Dream job” part of this weeks assignment…. I have it now and it suits me perfectly, What is it? Its called retirement!!!!
That’s all I have time to write for now, I have a nap to take and lots of important stuff to put off until “tomorrow” so go and see what all the others have to say at Irish Coffeehouse’s.