I'm currently working for a vehicle transport and logistics company, its pretty kick ass. Less than 10 minutes from home, I'm moving, inspecting, detailing and storing brand new cars prior to them being distributed to dealerships.
Today there were several Porsches that were on their way to a Porsche sport driving school. Whilst I didn't get to drive them, just having them laying around the place was an awesome sight. I drove an Audi rs7 today, and have driven pretty much everything in their current 2017 line up. A couple of days ago I was one of the first people in Australia to get up close and personal with a Kia stinger.
The pay is not bad for the work I do. I'm home just after 2pm every day and I'm fast making an impression with the people that count due to my previous vehicular experience and ability to get E36 M3 sorted.
Hopefully I can get into a role that will see me able to get into brand new Porsches, Wich are understandably tightly controlled.
Over the years I've probably worked in far to many different jobs and too many people, I have have probably job hopped entirely to much. I guess I'm still searching for that perfect fit? Or maybe I just don't have one. Whatever the case may be, I like the array of experience its given me, and while it's possibly hindered me, I feel I've gained a far broader skill set and understanding of various working environments and industries than if I'd have just stayed put and settled.
My first job was as a sandwich hand and server in a roadhouse, it was one of the only jobs a teenager could get in my small town. I learned to become a half decent barista, was kicking short order cools off the grill at times because they could multi task and didn't have a concept of how to cook rare, medium or well done. I also ended up being the guy who they'd aask to fill in if the maintenance man was on holidays or sick.
From there I did a 4 year stint in the army where I qualified as a mechanic, I decided service life wasn't for me, there are various reasons for this Wich would probably be enough for a thread own it's own.
Post army I did about 12 months as a mobile mechanic, it was toxic. The bonus structure encouraged shoddy work, the turn and burn of customers and high pressure sales tactics. All the while the powers that be couldn't figure out why return and repeat customers were at an all time low. I had a high satisfaction rate, low levels of reworks but ultimately wasn't cut out to flog crap to unsuspecting and trusting customers.
Next up I spent a year working for an employment agency, I spent several months working in a powder coaters followed by several months in a radiator repair shop. I learnt heaps in both places and possibly could have spent longer in either, but such is the nature of temping.
Next up I spent 3 years as a courier, I wanted something completely different and it certainly was that. It was a small sub contract outfit for a large Australian service and again I learned fast and progressed easily. It was a fun job untill changes within the company saw my work load go right up while my pay stagnated. I was relied upon heavily to cover other screw ups and eventually had a Frank and honest discussion with the owner. I was told "don't like it, leave", I thanked him for his time and did just that.
After that I needed to get back to technical work and took on role as a technician for a company that specialised in industrial cleaning equipment. I should have seen the writing on the wall when the other guy who started with me walked after 3 days, and the bulk of the staff were disgruntled at best. But I liked the diversity, the challenge and fell hook, line and sinker for the bullE36 M3 of a smooth talking con-artist of a boss.
Over my time there I watched as he lied and cheated his customers, and went through staff at an alarming rate. While I grew to hate that job with a passion, I was damn good at it. I got to paint, panel beat, do electrical, hydraulics, pretty much anything that was thrown my way... The final straw came when I'd busted my ass to help move the business to a new premises and needed a couple of days off as I was expected back home for my 30th. Despite the numerous favours and bail outs id given the E36 M3 heel, I was told "no can do". Let's just say things got rather heated and I ceased Employment there. Just last month after 3 years he starts calling me, trying to convince me to come back. Fuhgedaboudit buddy, not even if your life depended on it.
Again, dissolusioned with tech work I looked for change. I got my forklift ticket and got into manufacturing. I spent 2 and a half years making hoise paint. It was easy money, and a 4 day work week. My technical background meant I fell in with the fitters and often provided diagnostic feedback on production machinery. As always I learnt fast and had the ability to do things that alot of longer term staff simply couldn't grasp.
Ultimately I finished my time there on a good note, and left to take a 6 month break so I could finally knock over the bulk of my house renovations which are now almost complete.
At times I can be a difficult person, at others Ive allowed myself to be taken advantage of.
Sorry if this was a bit of verbal diarrhoea, or if it makes me seem like a flake, a victim or a smug prick... Just once I started writing it all kind of came out.
I don't know if I'd have done anything different given my time again, but I know my experiences have shaped me into the person I am, for better or worse.
Tldr.... I'm either a genius or a screw up and berkeleyed if I know if anything of that makes sense