fraid I can't really go into what I do now
but previous jobs have included:
- stapling tax forms at HM Customs & Excise in Staines (a more pointless urban connurbation no town planning sadist could come up with)
- monitoring shoplifters at Dickins & Jones in Richmond (never was temping so farcical)
- assessing benefits claims at the property valuation division of the Inland Revenue and dealing with complaints like "Dear Mr T Blair cc Inland Revenue, I am writing to complain about the rubbish customer service in your tax office, in particular one Mr Oliver...."
- freelance writing for a Spanish business paper
- teaching English inhouse at Barcelona insurance company during their very long lunch break (a job secured on the back of invented teaching qualifications)
- selling ad space to disinterested Norwegian hotelliers (lasted 3 days)
- working night shifts for media firm in converted warehouse - a true haven for every freak, chain smoker and social misfit on the London labour market - early monday morning pints at The Hope near Smithfields became the stuff of legend
in a nutshell, no real career path, basically one desperately crap job after another. Any ambition well and trully snuffed out of me years ago. Just holding out for the inheritance now...
Have you ever figured out what makes you happy??