In true Pete and Dud style: "The best job I ever had, was ..."
For me it was in my 6th form. I had 2 jobs so I could afford to go out with my mates who were already working and we had just discovered pubs! One was at the local petrol station cleaning the pumps and the jet wash area, that was a horrible job, worked like a b*stard for almost sod all. But the other was a milk round and I absolutely loved it. Collecting the empties on cold mornings was not the best, but the early start with crisp fresh mornings, keeping fit and then seeing the people on the round as I went collecting on the weekend all made it worthwhile.
Since then a variety of jobs but almost all office based and tbh although all independent from each other, one pen pushing job is much the same as the other and hard to get excited about. I think unless I was a pro-footballer I would struggle to be excited about any job. That said being in my 40s, fat and crippled, coupled with a lack of talent mean that dream should probably die now (although perhaps I might still get into the Villa side).
