Canny Granny

Did you apply for the Best job in the world, Caretaker of the Islands of the Great Barrier Reef? Tourism Queensland had to upgrade to 10 servers to take the load of applications.

With all this competition it’s not a dead set certainty that they will select a lady of mature years like myself who, although a trifle lacking these days in glamour, is an enthusiastic soul predestined to spend her days blogging on a beach somewhere.

But I shouldn’t whine. There are plenty of awful jobs that people do, like dung collectors, rat catchers, felt hatters, schoolbus drivers and sewer cleaners. Not my cup of tea.

I’ve slogged away as a curatorial assistant in a museum, as a lavender picker, English teacher, theatre usher, proofreader, meteorological plotter, a film extra, a chocolate packer and produced a community newspaper. I’ve handed out yoghurt samples in supermarkets, turned socks in a hosiery factory, washed cars, and served the most abominable drunks in a classy restaurant. I reckon I could take on Hamilton Island.

How about you? Have you ever worked at a truly appalling job?

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