A couple of years back when I was wondering between jobs lost in the breeze, I ended up trying a self-employed Shop-fitting job that I found in my local Job Centre. I phoned and was successful after having attended no real interview (which should really have given me an idea as to the longevity of this job). Anyways, the job pretty much involved traveling to every corner of the country, then going in to a supermarket and smashing all the shelves to bits, disposing of them and sometimes replacing them with new ones. The money was honestly not too bad for what it entailed but the downside was the continual traveling and staying in hotels in the middle of nowhere with often extremely dodgy type people, I also had no idea how self-employment really worked at the time.
One upside of one of these trips though was crossing the path of a guy called Craig who happened to be doing the same thing as me. He was a really honest, open and interesting guy and I really had to admire his positivity, and work ethic. I remember him telling me of many of his money making escapades including one effort that landed him in the local paper..not for the wrong reasons. He had also thought long and hard and come up with a plan that would see him working alongside the opposite sex, so he could maybe also find the girl of his dreams whilst making the bucks I presume. The one thing I related to the most though would definitely have to be his recommendation to spend time by the ocean. It was his advice to visit the sea in stormy weather for ultimate clarity of thought and I really like that. On that particular trip we even had an indoor swimming pool with sauna and I can clearly remember on one of those trips all of us looking out over the ocean from the pier.
I think the next time I traveled with the shop fitting ‘wrecking’ crew there was no sign of Craig and certainly no pool in our hotel down south. I think there was three to four of us booked in to one box room for this stay and I was sharing with three lads out on the piss every night. Let’s just say I didn’t get much sleep that trip and it was sadly also the end of my shop fitting career as I ended up resigning. I had to go to the nearest HMRC tax place and ask them how the hell I was supposed to fill in my tax return! In any situation though you generally find that one individual that sticks out and makes the difference. This whole post also nicely ties in with my next move of hopefully serving as a Royal Navy Reserve and is maybe a nice twist of fate that has the potential to improve me in many ways. This is certainly a position I would have respect for, I get to serve my country and acquire confidence and leadership skills. Hell it’s even a place that pays you to get fit and I can’t ask for any more than that. So maybe this time I will be hitting the high seas myself! Let’s see what the future brings.