I know there are alot of people that dont like their jobs be me, I love mine.
I get to go out in this lovely weather, trott around london find little bits of london I never knew exsisted it’s great.
Plus I know it;s a bloke thing but done a visit to an office today where every single girl in there was hot, old young and inbetween hot the lot of them.
When things are going well, most jobs can be a delight.
Mostly enjoyed my career (Architecture) with the odd period of gloom.
Job I enjoyed most? Being a Mothers Pride bread lorry driver. But that was before tachographs, trackers, motorways, speed cameras, mobile phones and the like. It could take me all day to get to Chichester and back too late, except to do a local short haul, and no one could argue.
'Twas that last “odd period of gloom” that made me quit. And I defend my right to moan when I have, sorry, had, a line manager that was a crab. Little brain, thick skinned, spineless.
Before that to$$er, I enjoyed what I did.
As for liesured class, that “gold plated pension” (Daily Mail/Express) is a thin, electro plate coating. Can’t afford the petrol to get to Alton Towers, let alone the admission.