Getting work

What is it about work?  We are led to believe that we should all want to work for a living, never take a day off sick and basically work until we drop.  I have to say I take exactly the opposite view.  Maybe there is something wrong in my make up- – but I have to say I am at my happiest when I am doing no work at all.

However, economic necessity dictates that every so often I have to do some work.  Usually this is pure purgatory.  I sign up with a local job agency and do some factory job that nobody in their right mind would do.  It pays crap – but at least it pays.

However, recently I have discovered the surreal world of cleaning.  In a former life when I worked in advertising, I was introduced to the darker side of office cleaning or office cleaners when slightly shy, awkward types who came from faraway places like Peru and Brazil asked me if I wanted my office cleaned.  I was never entirely sure if they were just being exploited – or were illegal immigrants who were really being exploited.

To my mind office cleaning is really quite cushy.  If you want to earn not very much money with a frisson of danger you could always pack agrochemicals as I did recently.  Or unload lorry-loads of flat-pack furniture.

This too was highly dangerous – putting fingers and backs at risk for a pitiful hourly rate.  But the strange thing was it was all being financed by high-street companies who just sold on furniture that had been returned for whatever reason to a bunch of cowboys.

But the bottom line is, if you want to earn a bit of money, don’t get a job at Tesco’s – get a job in office cleaning.  You get paid by the hour to do not very much at night.  And the day is yours.  And when you get fed up – just give your job up!

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