This week we start a series on dirty jobs.
This is probably a little misleading since these jobs aren’t necessarily dirty just maybe a little misunderstood.
School leavers don’t often set out into the world with the intention of driving a sewerage truck, but it’s funny where life takes us and continually surprising what makes us happy.
For instance I’ve had quite a few jobs now due to my limited attention span. I’ve been a delivery boy, stop go man, storeman, picker of various fruits and pump jockey and I can honestly say none of them pointed me in the direction of my future career.
Mind you none of them were especially hard or dirty either although I did get a fair bit of tar on my boots while I was propping up the stop and go sign.
I can never match my sister’s story of delivering papers in the snow with an appendix that was about to burst. She lived to tell that story (often).
If you follow this series you might find yourself asking the question ‘‘How hard can it be?’’
Who knows you may even be inspired to give one of them a crack.