Let's see if anyone can beat my total!
I left school with 4 'O' levels; I was going to do 'A's, but just couldn't be arsed as my parents had never, not once, encouraged me in any academic way what-so-ever, as long as I got a D or a C they didn't care. I guess American style that would be 'barely got out of High School'. Growing up I worked at my brother's stables a bit, and as a book order packer for a Veterinary Association.
I started work in the Civil Service, but left after 18 months as I was bored shitless.
I then worked as a Shelf-Stacker (part-time) whilst Auxing. I really don't know which was worse. I also did some maintenance jobs and some window cleaning.
I then worked as a Order Picker for a Mail-Order Company (a bike specialist), getting transferred to the 'phone after two weeks 'cause the boss heard me handle two calls at once whilst everyone was on lunch. I got promoted to the Custom Order Manager. Great job, as I was a bike freak at the time.
I moved to Recruitment Consultancy for a few months when I was going to get married, as I needed the money, but the company let me go after I got back from honeymoon. Never been so pleased to be fired in my life. Imagine every unpleasent personality you've known in one room.
I did a bit of work as a cycle courier, and about a week as a cab driver.
Then I worked in Telesales, followed by managing Customer Services for a Mountain Bike Company, going on to design a range of bikes (1989 Muddy Foxes if ya wanna know). Another great job, but I got shafted by an Office Manager they bought in who wanted his own boys in position. The bastard got fired about nine months after I walked out, and the company went bankrupt after abut eighteen months. Hahahahahaha.
I moved out of London and worked for an Advertising Agency as an Account Executive for a few months. This was around the time of Desert Storm, and my company went under with the resulting cut-backs everyone made.
I was unemployed for about seven months.
Then I worked for a radio station as an Advertising Sales Executive. About this time I began to detest sales. I remember sitting talking to this builder one day, knowing that what he could afford to spend on advertising wasn't enough to re-coup the costs, and that it was either my commision or his kids holiday. Ugh.
Along with a few other major changes in my life (leaving my marriage and the Dubs), I left work and started College, getting the equivalent of the 'A'levels I'd missed out on in one year instead of three.
This meant I could go to University. All through this period I was working in clubs or pubs as a barman. I also, during the Summer holidays worked variously as a T-Shirt packer, Cold-Sore Cream display stand builder, Motorcycle courier, Bookmakers Clerk (on-site), Warehouseman (in a refridgerated warehouse!), Milk-Carton watcher of them on the conveyor belt and stacker of the pallets that I stacked as they rolled off the conveyor belt (the worst job ever), drug dealer, singer in a band (I got paid, it was work), and a few that were so dull I can't recall them at all.
Also at University I edited the Student's Newspaper, and was a student rep for bus company, and a student guide for foreign students - which is how I met my girlfriend.
It all went a tad awry when I gave myself up for fraud. I'd been rather creative about getting student funding, and for a variety of reasons decided to own up. Rather than finishing Uni' I had to get a job to pay the fine, and be available for Community Service. This meant a stint working for a Builders Merchant in telesales, and then some time in a 'phone company in customer services, before getting a job in a Call Centre. My Community Service was 240 hours of carpentry.
I got promoted twice in short order, including getting a 57% payrise when I made got made an Account Manager. But the job bored me, so I chucked it in and started a 'Web-Design Company'. The ' and ' are 'cause I never really got it off the ground as I was using the freedom of not working 40 hours a week to basically spend as much time with my girlfriend in Holland as I could, and studying to complete my degree.
After a year I got a job in Holland and moved countires. I got screwed over by a language school before starting with my current employers, a Computer Manufacturer, where I started on the 'phones just under a year ago in the IT Department. I'm now Assistant Manager. I must be doing something right but I'm buggered if I know what it is.
On October 12th I take the final exam that when combined with my full-time work at Uni and two years of part-time work will finally get me my fucking degree.
Adding up identical jobs I had in different places (like barman) and different postions in different companies, that's 46 jobs I think. I don't know if that's good or bad!
I actually want to write, or be in a band, or just win pot loads of money, but I'm with the gal I love now, so I can wait for more dreams to come true.
Keep on rocking in the free world...
