Your Dad's job.

DEFTLEFTHAND

My father started off as a seaman on cargo ships, eventually working himself up to Officer class. He never rose to captain. His last rank was Chief Officer onboard the Leinster from Dub to Holyhead. "Mail Boat'.



I remember he brought me on a crosssing and back once, it was so cool beeing up on the bridge, I remember it so vividily.




He became a solicitor of all things after he left the merchant Navy.

Woke Hogan

That's your Dad, not mine.

Jack of all trades. Master of some.

somesoldiers

Left school early, the beatings by teachers made him want to leave at first opportunity, started painting with his da, when I was born he was 20 so took shiftwork job in a factory that he hated every day of but stuck with til we were all through university then he gave it up and went back to painting.

Made a mint when the tiger roared then was hit hard by recession, is not in his full health now to take advantage of the upturn

Love you Da

Captain Obvious

I'm disappointed the op didn't simply say "Who is your daddy and what does he do?"

LessOutragePlz

I don't have a dad I have two mommys.

nails1

My dad steps in front of cars and sues the drivers. My other dad plays a millionaire at parties.

griffin100

Left school at 15. Worked in various jobs, then got a job as a ward attendant in a hospital. Moved to ambulance service and spent 30 years there, retired 6 years ago and still driving a taxi occasionally to keep him sane. He’s never been out of work.

Seth Brundle

My da was a pimp.
I loved "bring your kid to work" days.

McMurphy

My dad's a Catholic priest.

BeerWolf

My father worked for the Government with regards to trade and foreign affairs, including dealings with Russia for the purchases of a number of Mig-29s way back when... he got this neat little gift off someone of a glass block with a 3D Mig-29 made out of tiny bubbles in it.

He travelled all over the world, meeting my mother along the way.

Later became a banking manager/financial consultant before retiring when we moved to Ireland in the 90s, where he's been leasing out properties since.

Construction.

somesoldiers

DEFTLEFTHAND wrote: »

He became a solicitor of all things after he left the merchant Navy.

Reminds me of Uncle Albert

Uncle Albert: I don't mean in the Royal navy. I was talking about the merchant. Just imagine it, Rodney. Monday, you sail out of Southhampton Water. Tuesday, you're through the Bay of Biscay. Wednesday, you've rounded Cape St Vincent. Thursday, you dock in Algiers...

Del Boy: [cutting in] And Friday it's your turn in the barrel!

Rodney: [distressed] Eh?

Uncle Albert: There was nothing like that on any of my vessels! A few funny ones but nothing like that!

DEFTLEFTHAND

somesoldiers wrote: »

Reminds me of Uncle Albert

Theres a great scene in the 1987 Xmas special where the lads are on a fishing trawler.



Albert is in the wheelhouse as they're attempting to leave port.




Del shouts at him 'turn right you git you're going to hit the wall."






Abert responds 'starboard Del'.




Del._ Don't give me that Captain Birdseye nonsense, turn right.

touts

My dad did a lot of things to make a living. Things were tough back then. He left school at 12 and fell into a life of crime and substance abuse. He dabbled in burglary but cut his throat on broken glass getting in a window at his first solo job. Then he tried being a drug mule but kept getting caught because the packages burst and he became addicted. He then spent a time as a fluffer in gay movies until he got repetitive strain injury. He finished up a sorry case making a living going from bar to bar drunk dancing and having coins thrown at him down the old temple bar until the UK stag and hen parties moved in and started doing it for free.

Well not really. He was actually a Fianna Fail County Councillor. I just tell my kids the above so they don't feel too ashamed of him.

hairyslug

Merchant navy during WW2, then insurance sales until he retired

rafatoni

Not a thread for money supermarket mans kids is it..

Aisling(",)

DEFTLEFTHAND wrote: »

My father started off as a seaman on cargo ships, eventually working himself up to Officer class. He never rose to captain. His last rank was Chief Officer onboard the Leinster from Dub to Holyhead. "Mail Boat'.



I remember he brought me on a crosssing and back once, it was so cool beeing up on the bridge, I remember it so vividily.




He became a solicitor of all things after he left the merchant Navy.

You must be some age!The Leinster sank in 1918. For you to be remembering being on it you'd have to be at least 105.

Only remembering this because my great grandfather died on it as a postal work after it was torpedoed.

Cee-Jay-Cee

My dad started working as a truck driver but then got a job with P&T as a linesman and worked his way up to area engineering manager with Telecom Eireann. He worked with P&T/Telecom Eireann for 36 years and retired on health grounds at 56. He died at 58. I miss him.

Guy:Incognito

DEFTLEFTHAND wrote: »

My father started off as a seaman .

Everyone does . ::)

questionee

he died in auschwitz, fell off the guard tower - poor fellow. jk...
he is on disability for 10 yrs, before he worked in meat factory

minikin

My papa was a rollin’ stone.

Gimme A Pound

nails1 wrote: »

My dad steps in front of cars and sues the drivers. My other dad plays a millionaire at parties.

Yeah my dad does a bit of this n' that - begs celebrities for money, shoots birds at the airport, prison snitch, jug band manager, ran an unsuccessful shrimp company.

LirW

Mine is the only child of two war generation only children that were so driven to make him a successful sports star/career guy that he ended up being an alcoholic in his early 20s and totalled a car with me inside. We both miraculously survived without a scratch, he decided to turn his life around, became sober and went on to set himself up as a civil engineer specialising in water treatment plants.

At the end of the month he has to travel to Iraq for work, these middle easterners pay good money.

Jim 77

It's 2019, should be "Your Parents' Jobs":)

Hammer89

DEFTLEFTHAND wrote: »

My father started off as a seaman on cargo ships, eventually working himself up to Officer class.

We all started off as a seaman.

Hammer89

Guy:Incognito wrote: »

Everyone does . ::)

Ah **** off.

MaryBrosnan

DEFTLEFTHAND wrote: »

My father started off as a seaman on cargo ships, eventually working himself up to Officer class. He never rose to captain. His last rank was Chief Officer onboard the Leinster from Dub to Holyhead. "Mail Boat'.



I remember he brought me on a crosssing and back once, it was so cool beeing up on the bridge, I remember it so vividily.




He became a solicitor of all things after he left the merchant Navy.

http://rmsleinster.com/sinking/sinking.htm

MaryBrosnan

Op is contender for oldest person in Ireland.

DEFTLEFTHAND

Aisling(",) wrote: »

You must be some age!The Leinster sank in 1918. For you to be remembering being on it you'd have to be at least 105.

Only remembering this because my great grandfather died on it as a postal work after it was torpedoed.

The MV Leinster.

Sailed throughout the 1980s and 90s.

Obvious Desperate Breakfasts

nails1 wrote: »

My dad steps in front of cars and sues the drivers. My other dad plays a millionaire at parties.

My dad’s a jug band manager.

devlinio

Left school at 17, went to work with his brother as a labourer. He then took some work as s shop fitter. He got into carpentry with his brother's friends company, moved into landscaping with the same company, and is now a partner in the company which makes pretty good money.

He has had two rental properties since the mid 90s, so as well as income from the rental, the value has skyrocketed. He's done very well for someone who failed his leaving cert.

Pherekydes

Joined the Royal Navy during the war. Brought Hitler to his knees.

Played trombone in a showband in the 50s.

Was a councillor in the 60s. For Labour. Did not make the Dáil.

Worked for Smurfit. Union rep. Used hobnob with Michael Smurfit himself.

Got Parkinson's.

Gimme A Pound

Obvious Desperate Breakfasts wrote: »

My dad’s a jug band manager.

I used to think that was "junk mail manager" - probably not a great job either.

jos28

Left school at 14, got a job as a Stoker on a steam train and got promoted to steam train driver. He absolutely loved that job. Moved to England and worked as a spot welder on the assembly line that produced the first Mini car in 1959.

Eventually came back to Ireland and worked in motor assembly until the factory closed. Got a handy Government job courtesy of Charlie Haughey doing a deal for the redundant factory workers. Had great stories to tell of various politicians he met. Retired aged 66, died aged 77, still miss him every day

corner of hells

My Dad fought in WW2 , famously managing to down four Luftwaffe bombers one morning and five in the afternoon.

He was the worst aircraft mechanic in the Luftwaffe.

Ted_YNWA

My old man's a dustman, he wears a dustman's hat...

Atoms for Peace

Where our Mig-29's ?

r93kaey5p2izun

Qualified in a trade and very talented at it by all accounts. Never worked more than a few days here and there in my lifetime, preferred an easy life on the dole.

skooterblue2

Aisling(",) wrote: »

You must be some age!The Leinster sank in 1918. For you to be remembering being on it you'd have to be at least 105.

Only remembering this because my great grandfather died on it as a postal work after it was torpedoed.

You do know they can rename a ship after a previous one?

skooterblue2

Atoms for Peace wrote: »

Where our Mig-29's ?

Where is MY Mig-29? I demand one!!!

Atoms for Peace

skooterblue2 wrote: »

Where is MY Mig-29? I demand one!!!

I'd much prefer an SU-27.

JupiterKid

My Dad was a Chartered Accountant, but worked positions as Managing Director, Retail financing, and Operations director and continued to work in the capacity as a financial management/investment consultant after his official retirement right up until the year before he passed away.

He was the type of man to whom golf in his later years didn't appeal, he had to keep on working. Avoided cronyism and old boys' clubs - believed in achieving things based on merit, not connections.

Completely self made, came from relatively little, studied accountancy in college at nights whilst working during the day. A fantastic father, a great provider.

Never compromised his principles for an easy buck. Believed in a good hard work ethic and taught myself and my sisters the value of money. Made sure my mother, my sisters and I wanted for nothing.

If I was a tenth the man he was I'd be doing well. Oh how I miss him!

Pherekydes

Ted_YNWA wrote: »

My old man's a dustman, he wears a dustman's hat...

This was #1 on the day I was born.

mojesius

Bible salesman
Arnotts salesman
Car salesman

In that order. He was good at selling things.

hairyprincess

He was a fisherman. He gave his life for it.

RiderOnTheStorm

DEFTLEFTHAND wrote: »

My father started off as a seaman on cargo ships ..... He became a solicitor of all things after he left the merchant Navy.

Thats gas. MY dad was in merchant navy too ! He was a radio operator, so technically he was an officer. He says he once sat at canteen table with a non-officer (enlisted man? able seaman?) and was told by captain that officers dont eat with the sailors. This was in the 60's so its not like it was back in dark ages.

He left that job and got one in an office in his home town. He came home for lunch every day. That seems more weird to me now than him being in the navy

salmocab

My aul fella was a waiter in some of the top restaurants in Dublin, he occasionally tells stories about famous clientele that if it happened now the media would be killing each other for the scoop but in the 70s/80s famous people and politicians etc could get away with anything without the media reporting even when they knew.

foxy farmer

My father was one of 5 boys in a family of 7. Grew up on a small farm in west Cork. Left school around 16. Worked locally for a while at farm work and some building.
Headed to the States with a few pals and gave 15yrs there. Worked as labourer for big construction firms. Was drafted into the US army trained in Fort Dix New Jersey. Was posted to East Germany for a spell during the Cold War. Got back into the building again before returning to Cork in the early 70s. Got a job labouring for construction firm. Was let go after a few months. Hired by another firm who specialised in big civil engineering projects. Pairc ui Chaoimh, Inniscara water treatment plant, Ringaskiddy ferry terminal. Later work was based around Cork involving piling foundations for large projects and repairs after subsidence in properties. Lost 80% vision in one eye after getting a blast of cement grout out of a hole in Beamish brewery in the early 90s.
Got a stroke one morning before work in April 98. Died 4 months later after complications at the age of 63.
Had a gifted pair of hands. Was a keen furniture maker in his spare time and was a renowned hurler in his young days. I didn't inherit the hurling gene but the love of manual work and making things definitely passed down.

Jim 77

"Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon... luge lessons... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking... I suggest you try it."



It's for threads like this that I wish my username was Dr. Evil

Rubberlegs

Dad left school at 14 and worked as a farm labourer. He moved to London in the 1960s and worked on the building sites. I remember him telling me wherever he worked at one stage he used to see the Krays being led in and out of the Old Bailey. He came back here in the early 80s after the work dried up and went on to do a variety of jobs, painting and decorating, security work, cleaner, anything really to keep food on the table. He passed away 8yrs ago, fit and healthy till his early 70s but unfortunately had been exposed to asbestos on the buildings. For some reason I am thinking about him a lot today.