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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.

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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.

[Deleted User]

Its both nice and sad to read about your dads. I'm sorry for those of you who have lost, either through death or loss of the father they could have been.

My dad left school at 13 and worked for a local farmer doing labouring. He then started driving heavy machinery and ended up working for a plant company until retirement. His whole adult life was and still is dedicated to my mam and me. I didn't see it when I was younger but thankfully I do now.

Tom Mann Centuria

Dad left school at 14 or 15 to help his older sister (who brought him up from young age) pay the bills, he couldn't wait to leave anyway. Worked as a carpenter and joiner, and then shopfitter. Working right up until his 70th birthday. At some point, probably quite early in his working life he came into contact with asbestos, and that insidious f*ck gave him mesothelioma which killed him at 72.

Wasn't always the easiest to get on with, but he'd always make sure we had a good Christmas and most years, at least a few days away by the seaside. Still miss him.

mountai

My Daddy works for KPMG ---- U tube it !!

NickD

My daddy was a fight sergeant in the Air Corps. I hated going up there as a kid cos the wind would cut you, but loved going up as a teen, the recruits were fine things.

[Deleted User]

My dad was an asshole.
Still is.
Jealous of all you with your great dads!

Nigel Fairservice

My Dad left school at 12 and got a job with An Post as a telegram boy. It was a public service job at the time I think. It was the early 60s and my Grandad said he probably wouldn't do better. I don't think my Grandad was being disparaging, it was just the economic reality of the times. My Dad was the youngest of 6 and most of his brothers and sisters had to emigrate. I suppose it wasn't a flashy job but you could depend on it. He worked around the clock so we never had to go without. He stayed with An Post and took early retirement at 61 years of age with 49 years service. It was nearly a life sentence. He was so happy the day he retired

Sonic Youth

Died during WWII shorty after I was born. He fell off a guard tower in Auschwitz.

dense

I remember as a child, my father being made redundant.

He was a good man. It hurt him badly at the time and I didn't understand it all because I was so young, but knew that something serious had happened. Years later I saw his references and they were top class, and I also saw some of the very understanding and respectful rejection letters he had kept for job vacancies that didn't exist but that he applied for. That was in the early seventies.

He became self employed afterwards and did well providing for the family. He was an amazing man that I didn't appreciate when he was alive.

dense

mountai wrote: »

My Daddy works for KPMG ---- U tube it !!

That brings back memories!

Strumms

Started off as cabinet maker / carpenter. Working in the city for a couple of firms and nixering. He had a great rep. Then he was a furniture technician / standards guy working for a government agency. Represented the government / state on trade missions as far away as Asia. Loved his work and meeting people..