by tubeswell » Mon Jun 06, 2011 9:11 am
I've had enough work to see me through several lifetimes of play. And I'm pretty sure I could go the rest of this lifetime and never be called dull. I've been shackled to some yoke or other for the last 37 years (since I was 12) - full time since I was 17 (when I left home). I even worked 32 hours a week for 6 years (in a row - without a holiday) whilst studying full-time at university between being 23 and 29 (which I had to put myself through because my dad was (and still is - if you are mad enough to catch his cab, because he could clock-out at any time) a poor taxi driver. My mum was a welfare beneficiary after they split and she was stuck with my 6 younger brothers mouths to feed (and that's why I left home at 17 - because there wasn't enough food in the house). My parents never had any money to put a silver spoon in my mouth, and so as soon I had determined that I could look after myself, I did. The first 6 years were the most memorable and character forming, because that's when I did most of the hand-to-mouth living, until I was fed up with being poor and decided at 23 to get a higher education. When I finished university (which I hasten to add I proudly managed to pay for all by myself whilst living independently) I started on raising a family, and I've been doing that for the last 20 years without any help from the govt or anyone else. And it takes a lot of dosh to raise a family, and you have to work hard. I've spent the last 20 years going from rung-to-rung, sometimes working 80 hours per week 7 days a week. All to escape the clutches of poverty. So (as you can probably tell reading between the lines ;-) ) I've had a guts-full of work, but as yet no silver cloud on the horizon that I can see. I've got about 11 or 12 more years of mortgage payments, and if I realise my lotto dream I'm going to retire and enjoy just playing. Dull! Hah! Huckleberry Finn! Humph! Been there and done that. Give me a full-time holiday any day. (Rant, rant rant!! :x )
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