Working full time, raising kids, and looking ahead to to crappy weekend forecasts can be such a drag.

Today I was thinking about all the different jobs I've had. I think the best job I had was when I was working in the computer industry for Telstra in 2001 just after the dot com crash.

For almost three years I worked 4 hours per day and my job was to make sure that a million dollar plus teachers superanuation transaction would happen on an antiquated computer system at 4:00pm each day. The transaction always happened without fail on the dot, I think it was only a twice during Christmas/Easter that it didn't and I would have to reschedule it.

Them were the days.

A freind of mine did the worst job at the time - underground carpark attendant. 8 hours a day, no natural light, getting short thrift from disgruntled customers. He told me some of his co-workers were on suicide watch.

Anyone else got some best worst jobs they've ever done that they want to share?

2 good part time jobs.

1 - Judge in the "Black and White" Pub of the year
I had to go to about 60 pubs over a 2 month period, and rate them on cleanliness, quality of service, quality of food and general ambience. Then when I left I left a card saying "you have been judged..." and put in my receipts to be reimbursed. Cash back + fee per pub
2 - Worked for the equivalent of ARIA
I had to go into nightclubs, do a quick and dirty head count, record samples of songs (without arousing suspicion) and the price of beer (Nightclubs paid a licence fee for music based on entry fee, head count and beer cost ??? -- I didnt make the rules)
Again - submit my receipts and get my cash back + a fee per nightclub

As a student these jobs kept me inebriated for long periods of time.

JB

Best job was the resident chippy at Caves House in Yallinup. I lived on site in an old shack. My dog grew up in the garden and just cruised around entertaining guests. It was rent free + three meals a day from the resturant. I could start work after having a surf in the morning and worked weekends so i could surf bears mid week without the weekend warrioirs.

Every Sunday in summer there was a huge party in my back yard(sunday sesh) and i was single back then.

Oh those were the days

oh and i had a bar tab. The bar was 100m from my front door.

Now its all changed. My shack was bulldozed and flash units put up.

^^^ Yer well said Liz,

Seriously, as soon as I figured Coin dont mean SFA? Its just a means of doin $hit life has been Crankin. Next Month Im Marriing the Woman Of my Dreams, Im 30 and rippin like a 20yrold, and money is happiness. ahh let it rooll. One way or another I'l die when I do!!!

Rock On!!!

^^ More kushin 4 the pushin????????

Best job I ever had,

Dance music DJ

Right now. Taking photos at Charlotte Pass - action shots, jumps, powder and family portraits. On the slopes most days. Happy happy

Gestalt said...

unemployment!

now that was a good job. it allowed a lot of time to windsurf.

Doing that one myself, conditions are great but the pay's not the best!

easty said...

Gestalt said...

unemployment!

now that was a good job. it allowed a lot of time to windsurf.

Doing that one myself, conditions are great but the pay's not the best!

lol, i plan to apply for that job again one day.

best setup i had was as a youngster contracting. 3 months break at the beach over dec,jan,feb was good for the soul. worked the rest of the year.

p.s. actually love my current job. been there about 6 years to date.

Smashing up and salvaging precious metals out of (information sensitive loaded) computers overnight in a government department. Five of us, all surfers and sailers rocking in at 7pm with snacks, music, ahem... etc to security acting like trained proffesionals then getting our work for the night done in a couple of hours and kicking back shooting the breeze for the next couple.

When I look back it was amazing we did it for 3 months!

My jobs have been booring. To be honest I wish I was still a student sometimes, no responsiblity, all that free time, respectable thing to be doing. No going back now : (

Here's an incredible job (and story):
http://www.thedigitalaviator.com/blog/?p=504

the digital aviator said

Gradually regaining consciousness, I realized this was no dream; it had really happened. That also was disturbing, because I COULD NOT HAVE SURVIVED what had just happened. I must be dead. Since I didn’t feel bad- just a detached sense of euphoria- I decided being dead wasn’t so bad after all. As full awareness took hold, I realized I was not dead.

That sounds like an interesting day at the office.

in june 1979 i had a choice as a youngfella, of a plastic bag factory or a yachting and sailing shop.

the sailing shop imported some windsurfers!