I told the careers lecturer that I wanted to be a footballer and play for Sheffield Wednesday. He told me to make my mind up
Yeah there was no way my parents could support that and I was afraid I would have no chance against the cleverest people to get on a programme with an airline. I just wish I’d actually tried. The other way is to start with the RAF.
In my aforementioned post about my first job as a warehouseman / fork lift driver (it was supposed to be 10 weeks temp - turned into 3 years) I applied for the RAF as an ATC, passed and was accepted. I was having such a good time in my dead end job - beer, girls, footy, money - that I declined the day before I was supposed to set off for RAF Cosworth. Talk about silly decisions. Regretted it to this day. I wasn't accepted on the three year apprenticeship - failed the colour-blindness test - but was accepted on the four year, which to a 17 year old felt like a liketime. I can only assume the extra year would have been to cure my colour-blindness. I'm getting all misty-eyed and nostalgic now ........... and feeling a little old. :-(
Doctor or surgeon, I'm sure it's stressful and has more than its fair share of pain but I think being able to help people would be so rewarding.
When I was a kid I wanted to be a mechanic, as a teenager I was obsessed with cars and motorbikes. I managed to secure an apprenticeship despite doing badly at school. At 20 I really wanted to be a pro photographer, which I later became too. I never wanted to do data for a living, but this is the happiest I’ve ever been at work. So I suppose my answer is that we don’t know what would really make us happy. I do wish I’d worked harder at school though, as I spent too much of my adult life not earning enough, and better education would have made a difference.
i was a lighthouse man with my first wife, we got divorced though because she refused to make love with the light on
That was my way in. Or it would have been. I had an interview arranged at the Recruiting Office in Sheffield one Monday morning when I was 16. On the Saturday I broke my leg really badly playing football and couldn't walk properly for well over a year. Shot down before I even took off.
At the risk of being dull and predictable, I'd have loved to be an archaeologist all my life. However, being a payroll manager in the steel industry helped me meet my wonderful wife.
Always wanted to work in a chess factory carving the pieces. I was put off because I didn't want to work on knights.
I always wanted to be a Billionaire playboy with fast cars and loads of good looking girlfriends sadly I had to settle for fat IT engineer with a wife 2 kids 3 dogs and a clapped out Ford Mondeo.
