My job: Expectation vs RealityWhen I worked as a window cleaner, everybody - and I mean everybody - I knew asked me the "how's yer father" question. The truth was that I was always knackered and freezing, and the only nudity I saw was some fat bloke's arse. Tell us how your work differs from the expectation.
Thanks to Rotating Wobbly Hat for the idea
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 8 May 2014, 22:21)
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It's exactly what I expected... but that's because my expectations were set by watching Open University in the 1970s.
Wavy line your imagination back to that distant era. Only three TV channels, with kids programs only available for a very limited range of times. Which meant that we'd end up watching whatever the hell was on, and that meant, quite often, The Open University.
It's hard to imagine now: a couple of pre-teen kids watching a black-and-white lecture on mathematics, with special effects consisting of letraset letters on cardboard diagrams. But what I often noticed was the Computer Operator visible in the background. He had a beard and long hair! He had no dress sense (even compared to the wild-eyed social misfit delivering the lecture)! He sat down a lot, stared at a screen and did no heavy lifting! That, I thought, is the job for me: a hippy who gets paid for interacting with machines -- SO much easier than people, especially women.
And it's worked out perfectly. I have long hair and a beard, no dress sense, and thanks to a career in IT amongst all the other other misfits and weirdos, still haven't developed any discernable social skills.
Win!
(, Fri 9 May 2014, 13:41, 1 reply)
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