At the age of sixteen, a few months after finishing school I was puzzled by (but not envious about) occasional sights of schoolmates driving past me. Maybe nowadays it's more normal to find people driving so soon after school but back in 1981 it was, to me, a curiosity. I was almost blissfully happy in my life, walking miles nearly every day; I assumed that the other-worldly car drivers had unwittingly been trapped, prematurely, into workstyles that enabled a more affluent lifestyle.
Umpteen years later, @Eggtastic I can assure you that cars and houses often do not bring happiness to the people within those things. From the outside looking in things might seem rosy, but within: dissatisfaction abounds!
For the past twenty-five years I have worked in a University environment where providing I.T. support etc. comes easily, but I.T. is not what defines my enjoyment at work. And despite the continuity and progression throughout those decades, I never thought of it as a career. I sort of slipped into it. https://uk.linkedin.com/in/grahamperrin for anyone who's interested (and please note that I'm not seeking alternative employment). If I was serious about LinkedIn I'd not flippantly publish things such as "the sound of a telephone being swung around the room, by its cable, at the end of a 'phone call."
The most fun I had at work was, without question, a few months in the mid-1980s. Part-time and spent mostly at a conveyor belt dishwasher in a British Gas canteen on the seafront to the east of Southend-on-Sea. Fun and happy thanks to the people.
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