Excellent post there lad
Most boring job. Two year stint in the Civil Service. Working in the Land Commission which had been moribund for decades when I joined. Finding things to do to put in the day was a real struggle. There was no internet and you couldn’t really read the paper at your desk after a certain time in the morning.
‘Its only money’ is a great outlook to have.
No matter what you have, you’ll always want more. Lads on 40k want 50k, lads on 100k want 110k. But its all relative.
Personally I have absolutely zero interest in material things like cars/houses/watches etc.
I’d much rather piss away my money on a few trips to Old Trafford, London or Dublin and create a few memories than save up to drive a 221 BMW.
Removing money as a day to day worry is the hugest thing. After that it’s really irrelevant.
I still like most being able to go into a book shop and buy a book without thinking about it.
Nobody likes being ripped off but once your not counting the pennies at the end of every month, its grand.
As a young fella I always equated happiness with wealth - the big house, the flash car, the holidays. Now, don’t get me wrong, we don’t want to live in squalor but we are fortunate in this part of the world to have such a good minimum standard of living.
Once you reach a certain age you get more of a kick from giving a few bob to your nieces and nephews than anything.
It’s a bit of a stretch to bring that up in relation to my post about my wages,
I won the lottery by being born in Ireland, I’m well aware of that,
The cost of living is very high here, 4 kids and two dogs are very expensive.
My situation is fine, I’m not complaining, if we need to pay for something we usually can, but we’d have no savings and we’ll have to put them all through college,
They are insecure
College is expensive especially if they are not living at home, you’d be looking at 12-15k between rent, fees, living expenses etc.
I work admin in healthcare. Job itself is alright, most people, in terms of colleagues and the public, are pleasant to deal with. You get the odd narky cunt but they’re the 2% you have to put up with. By far the worst part of my job is dealing with irate people on the phone. I’ve had everything from threats of being reported to ones on my life itself. They’d never speak to another human being like that in person.
I know a lad with a Canada Goose jacket and a Tag Heuer watch who lives with his mother.
Newspaper round when i was 14. Had to be done before school so about 430am start. Night before had to fold the papers and put into plastic sleeve. Ended up subcontracting to two dopes of neighbours, got away with it for a while.
Dell for all of 2 weeks. End of the production line, i had to turn on laptops. Turn on, push on to the line. Dont turn on, place to the side. 12 fucking hour shifts of it. Ended up walking out, not returning after lunch one friday as sun splitting rock. Kept paying me for weeks.
Maintenance in EI by day and stacking shelves in Whittys Mace in Caherdavin in the evening for an entire summer after id robbed the parents car and written off another car in a crash at 16. The jobs did provide some sanctuary from the visceral anger towards me at home at least.
I don’t know about the jacket but the watch was definitely real. Bought it cos another mate of ours had one and he wanted to keep up
I’m holding performance review meetings and having compensation discussions with people this week and next week. Not my favourite time of the year.
Only one parked outside? Ah schtop.
Standing under a leak in Old Trafford is a fair ol Memory to have
I did the Post paper in Westbury/ Shannon banks… I got sacked when 1000 copies of the post, still in twine, were discovered in the river Shannon and head office were informed by a ‘concerned citizen’
I had a good run at it to then.
Theres rats everywhere Nidgey
Labour and head count is cheaper over there. Saying that packaging automation is relatively cheap in ireland with plenty of iriah companies capable of building them