I always remember my mum saying how my dad had lots of different jobs, how he’d done lots of different things.
I find it quite hard to relate to him, which I guess is pretty weird. I didn’t really have a male role model from 16, which may well account for some of my idiocies, ha! Not that I’m complaining, my mum is a saint & I’m sure I was a pain in the ass.
But anyway, the job thing. It got me thinking…I’ve had a billion different jobs. Played so many different roles. At 26, I’ve done a big heap of stuff.
I like to think that reflects a big part of my dad in me. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t, but fuck it, it’s the little things.
Over the next few days I’m going to make a list of jobs I’ve had / can remember having.
It’s going to be ridiculous. Stay tuned.