Was your weekend job when you were young the best job you ever had?

That is nothing at all like my memories.

Brought up by a single mum, who had to go out to work. My first job whilst at primary school, was strawberry picking for a couple of £s in the late 1950,s in Norfolk. My mum decided to return to Yorkshire and we lived in a horrid row of victorian houses just outside Whitby. At school once we were asked how much pocket money we were given each week.. Compared to the rest - I got no pocket money, nor did my brother. So to save my embarrassment I lied and made a figure up.
I got a paper round and saved up enough money to go on my first school trip to Scotland. It was on that trip that I discovered I was car sick - or bus sick if you're pedantic.
Then I graduated to a school holiday job in bakery. I got 16s for getting up at 6am, walking into town and making bread and stuff. Decent money too 30/s I think. But then the school inspector found out and prevented the company from employing me. I then discovered that I could hunt out empty Coke bottles and return them to a shop for money. This was stopped when a shop keeper noticed we were returning more bottles than we were buying.

I wanted to do something in wildlfife conservation and later I had dreams of being a Radio Officer in the Merchant Navy. I ended up being offered a scholar ship at a Merchant Navy college, but neither my self or my mother had the means to support me whilst living away from home so there was no real point in trying to get into a university anyway. I left with one GCE.  School sold me the lie that  I was thick and, as one teacher said, "You'll end up sweeping the streets..

I ended up as a radio operator in the RN. Never regretted joining and I've been to the most remote islands in the world and places you probably never have heard of. I represented the navy in a NATO competition in Belgium, I also discovered that I was quite motivated and found learning new stuff interesting. I left eventually after discovering I was also sea sick.

I ended up back at home and like many people who lived locally I ended up in Teesside labouring for a scaffolding company, travelling an hour each way every day until I was 'promoted', sent off to an industrial training college and became a paid up scaffolder. I became a shop steward and took part in a number of strikes. I eventually joined another company as a supervisor/line manager. I hated scaffolding and working in industry, but at 23 it enabled me to afford an old banger, although I still hadn't got my driving licence. I still lived at home.  Dreaming of a flat or house was for others.  Moving on I worked at Europe's biggest oil terminal in the Shetlands. This paid me enough money to buy my first house with cash. (£15.000), passed my driving test and got a car. I left hom

But I wanted better and vowed never ever would I do a job I didn't like or where it involved being at the bottom of the hierarchy and treated like a number.

I returned home after 3 years and I never did another job I disliked or where I got my hands dirty.  Every job since 1980 I've thoroughly enjoyed and for the last 25 years I've been self employed doing whatever took my fancy one of which lead me being paid to represent Ireland, in a conservation event in Holland., 

I won't bore you with any more but I did end up at Uni - OK, - it was a Polytechnic then!!! did my DPM and ended up as a Personnel/HR Manager, but got bored/fed up with that and then did.....................etc.,
Life goes on and I love it!

Find  a job you enjoy and you'll never have to work again.

David

That is nothing at all like my memories.

Brought up by a single mum, who had to go out to work. My first job whilst at primary school, was strawberry picking for a couple of £s in the late 1950,s in Norfolk. My mum decided to return to Yorkshire and we lived in a horrid row of victorian houses just outside Whitby. At school once we were asked how much pocket money we were given each week.. Compared to the rest - I got no pocket money, nor did my brother. So to save my embarrassment I lied and made a figure up.
I got a paper round and saved up enough money to go on my first school trip to Scotland. It was on that trip that I discovered I was car sick - or bus sick if you're pedantic.
Then I graduated to a school holiday job in bakery. I got 16s for getting up at 6am, walking into town and making bread and stuff. Decent money too 30/s I think. But then the school inspector found out and prevented the company from employing me. I then discovered that I could hunt out empty Coke bottles and return them to a shop for money. This was stopped when a shop keeper noticed we were returning more bottles than we were buying.

I wanted to do something in wildlfife conservation and later I had dreams of being a Radio Officer in the Merchant Navy. I ended up being offered a scholar ship at a Merchant Navy college, but neither my self or my mother had the means to support me whilst living away from home so there was no real point in trying to get into a university anyway. I left with one GCE.  School sold me the lie that  I was thick and, as one teacher said, "You'll end up sweeping the streets..

I ended up as a radio operator in the RN. Never regretted joining and I've been to the most remote islands in the world and places you probably never have heard of. I represented the navy in a NATO competition in Belgium, I also discovered that I was quite motivated and found learning new stuff interesting. I left eventually after discovering I was also sea sick.

I ended up back at home and like many people who lived locally I ended up in Teesside labouring for a scaffolding company, travelling an hour each way every day until I was 'promoted', sent off to an industrial training college and became a paid up scaffolder. I became a shop steward and took part in a number of strikes. I eventually joined another company as a supervisor/line manager. I hated scaffolding and working in industry, but at 23 it enabled me to afford an old banger, although I still hadn't got my driving licence. I still lived at home.  Dreaming of a flat or house was for others.  Moving on I worked at Europe's biggest oil terminal in the Shetlands. This paid me enough money to buy my first house with cash. (£15.000), passed my driving test and got a car. I left hom

But I wanted better and vowed never ever would I do a job I didn't like or where it involved being at the bottom of the hierarchy and treated like a number.

I returned home after 3 years and I never did another job I disliked or where I got my hands dirty.  Every job since 1980 I've thoroughly enjoyed and for the last 25 years I've been self employed doing whatever took my fancy one of which lead me being paid to represent Ireland, in a conservation event in Holland., 

I won't bore you with any more but I did end up at Uni - OK, - it was a Polytechnic then!!! did my DPM and ended up as a Personnel/HR Manager, but got bored/fed up with that and then did.....................etc.,
Life goes on and I love it!

Find  a job you enjoy and you'll never have to work again.

David