Kris told me about the number of jobs he’s had.
He started off as a farmer’s helper, shovelling cow shit from one pile to another and back again, then worked as a construction helper where he had to poke out the mortar from the stonework of a country house. Then he worked as a park attendant in a run-down estate where they burnt his office with him in it (they eventually decide to smash up the cricket pavilion and burn down a marquee tent when it turned out that he wasn’t that combustible). After that lovely job, he was a shelf-filler of exclusively washing powder boxes and household scents (he thinks he’s lost a few cells in his nose), then a warehouse porter where he ripped the skin off one of his thumbs, then data entry where he typed in 8-10 digit numbers for 8 hours, then a kitchen porter washing 20,000 dishes a night, then a hotel porter in a ski resort in France, then emergency planning for a council, then data quality control in Holland with the boss from hell, and now he’s quality controlling stuff he doesn’t understand in the oil industry in places like Libya and Cambodia.
And he’s got a job interview next week. Wish him luck!
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