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July 26, 2013

Vocation

Filed under: Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 11:42
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What’s your idea of the worst job ever?

Please don’t say “cleaning public toilets”. Toilets need to be cleaned. And those who do it should earn a fortune and be sainted.

For myself?

How can anyone volunteer to be a traffic warden? Speaking as a mother: Would you trouble yourself giving birth to a future traffic warden? No one likes the apple of your eye, that humourless bastard patrolling double yellow lines, dishing out fines.

Bailiff: How can anyone face other people’s misery on a daily basis? Speaking from one mother to another: WHO the hell ARE you – giving birth to a future bully, feared and loathed, never welcomed?

Defense lawyer if you know your client IS guilty. Equals sleepless nights.

Prosecutor when you know full well the defendant is NOT guilty. Equals sleepless conscience.

Yup. Those four just about sum up my idea of wage slave hell. Luckily coal mines are closed and I will not be draughted to kill.

U

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8 Comments »

  1. Given that I like my privacy, the worst job would have to be “member of the royal family”.

    Comment by Looney — July 26, 2013 @ 13:16 | Reply

    • But is it a “job”, Looney? Or just a meal ticket? I HATE the saying and I can’t believe I am typing it but some people (in the UK) will tell you that “there is no such thing as a free lunch”.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 27, 2013 @ 11:11 | Reply

      • Now I must ponder the distinction between a “job” and a “meal ticket”. This certainly deserves some attention.

        Comment by Looney — July 27, 2013 @ 14:51 | Reply

  2. Being the current Prime Minister of India. He is a puppet on a string. Just google for him and you will not envy him.

    Comment by rummuser — July 26, 2013 @ 16:05 | Reply

  3. Well, on our side of the pond, I’d say being Press Secretary to the President is a rather awful job. Being able to spin a response on the fly, and oftentimes lie er… I mean embellish on the facts for strictly political reasons er… in the interest of the public good, and to do so, not for yourself but for another, well, that’s a bit too much to ask of me.

    On the other hand, things could be worse. I cannot imagine the life of a Customer Service Representative. Human nature being what it is, I cannot imagine anyone ever calling these folks to express how grateful they are of the product they just purchased, that they absolutely love the Company, and to just say the CSR is doing a splendid job. Not likely. At. All. No, only the truly peeved will be motivated to call these poor people. Perhaps that’s why these jobs are outsourced to another country entirely.

    Comment by Phil — July 26, 2013 @ 16:56 | Reply

    • As to your first paragraph: I couldn’t possibly comment. Am gripped by that most awful of fears: Paranoia. Since yesterday. When I found out that there are about x thousand words which, within emails, phone conversations, blogs and comments will be picked up on. By – you know who. Oh to be deaf and mute! And write divine music as Beethoven did.

      Customer Service? Worst thing about it is that you (the employee) know what a shit job it is. Even if the customer (that’s me) reassures you (somewhere in India) that of course it’s not their fault. That my complaint is not personal. That the world is generally going to pot, antibiotics not withstanding, but could they please pass on one or two comments of mine to their management. Where the bucket stops but is rarely emptied.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 27, 2013 @ 11:29 | Reply

      • Reading your comments always makes me smile. Perhaps you should consider writing as a profession. I am certain there is a book inside of you waiting to be read, or is being a writer another one on the list of wage-slave hellish positions?

        Comment by Phil — July 27, 2013 @ 16:37 | Reply


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