What is your career history?

Lounge boy, slaughter house, defense forces, bouncer, bar man.

Where would I like to be in the future?... Millionaire lotto winner.

Supermarket, Chinese Takeaway, Dept of Foreign Affairs, Recruitment, Bank Call Centre.

I'd like to be anywhere other than call centre in the future.

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Eventually I became a CMod on Boards, which I'm happy with;)

Aha. So that's the source of your fabulous wealth

I'm 36 and am on my fourth college degree.

I've been a claims handler for 14 years.

I've a degree in Journalism and have worked as a part time and freelance writer. I've also recently qualified as an accountant and hope to get into this line of work soon. I also have a degree in mathematics and hope to start a master in actuarial science later this year. I develop websites part time also and gained a IT based degree. I did a professional insurance qualification also/

Leaflet slave
Lounge boy
Furniture/bedding shop staff
Soldier

In the future, it want to have my own deli/diner with Man vs Food style grub.

My job is so fcuking unbelievable. I’ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work:

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career oppertunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I’m not sure she even showers, much less shaves her “womanly” parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I’m sure after work. He probably hasn’t been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he’s only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960’s, and to make things worse, he brings this massive dog to work. Every fcuking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it’s trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single day.

Anyway, I drive these idiots around in my van and we solve mysteries and sh*t. *




* I do not claim credit for this.