You should, PM me if you ever come down, might be able to arrange a private visit for half our or so with the animals
I'm a regional director for a large global property services company, covering EMEA. been with this lot for 5.5 years and they're a decent bunch. not as corporate as the competition, one of whom I've worked for. I get on with the boss who's a straight shooter and a funny bastard so lucky in that respect. I've had my fair share of cnuts to work for. Pretty happy with things, but a move inevitable in the next year - 18 months. You can't 'sit still' in a place like this. I've put my store out on that front so we'll see what happens - a change in direction is needed to keep things interesting, but happy with the company. That said, I would like to do something a bit more active, before I get past the point of being able to. Run outdoors events, bit of volunteer work...**** knows. Run a golf/sports club, teaching golf in me hours off would work nicely but I'd probably get bored and want to batter some of the fuddy duddy members. Worst job for me was selling double glazing straight out of Uni - ****ed that off after 2 days. Then had all sorts of jobs- runner for a tv production company- interesting but ****e money. Some weird temping jobs in dead end offices I couldn't wait to get out of. organizing stock rooms and **** like that. Enjoyed the physical side of it, but not too mentally challenging. Funniest one was some voluntary/charity educational group which helped provide sex education to places in Africa. Imagine that stock room, full of johnnies - all sorts of stuff, plus these polystyrene penises they used to illustrate how to stick a rubber on. These polyPricks had a sticky-taped bottom, so I nicked loads and whenever we went on the lash for the next month, there'd be loads of these polystyrene pricks stuck on bars, pub walls, kebab shops, buses, tube trains and taxi ranks en-route. Juvenile, but funny. Ah, them were the days ( or were they?)
I started there when the computer team were on permanent strike back in 78. We didn't work for over a year. Crazy. Spent most lunchtimes in the pub or the pool. We were always going out on strike in those days. The deciding factor was the weather. If it was sunny, it was everybody out, if it was pissing down we'd stay at our desks. The good old days? Bollocks!
I am just happy to report I am a long time pensioner who has earned his retirement. Every morning when I wake and look at the cobwebs I know it will be a good day.
I am not sure what my actual job really is: Company Director, DJ, Musician, Producer, Sound Engineer, Production Manager, Tour Manager and the list goes on. I started working for myself about 7 years ago and have never looked back, the job security is not great but at least I am my own boss. My friends call me an Entrepreneur, I run 2 business's and employ about 50 people and have shares and investments in 3 further companies which specialise mainly is music related business, but I also invest in property and education. It all sounds quite grand but most of the time I am skint because I am investing in the next project. I usually have the local authorities and police on my back about something or another. I work my knackers off most of the time 7 days a week 14 hours a day and spend a lot of time in airports, on tour buses, or in dressing rooms. It sounds glamorous but after a few weeks it gets very very dull. I spent most of today in Belfast airport delayed!!! but it did give me a chance to get on here If anyone is ever down in the midlands and want to come to a gig or club night, my venue is www.leamingtonassembly.com. The worst thing is I had to give up my season ticket because I just don't have the time to get up and down to Sunderland for the matches and my busiest time is always the weekend. I also don't play in the band anymore. Dream job would be building a large brand like a Virgin or Amstrad.
All well and good if it's just nipples you're erecting. That role's called a "fluffer" coincidental that WMS just used the term. I know a bit about this as I fully expect to be found out in advertising/film/tv and have to make the shameful move to porn. I'm most likely going to be seen as, and hated for being, the man who brought back the bush.
I used to teach sex-ed ..... always fun to put rubbers on a big blue penis with a class full of horny teenagers watching
