White knuckling my way through the day
Count on politicians to keep us giggling in the wings. Today, the leader of the opposition (a familiar face from just a few months back when the ball was controlled by the other team) has offered to give economic coaching to the new kid on the block. No other comment necessary.
I had to get my “I am not a lawyer, but I play one on TV” thing going this morning. Drafting a revised legal document… we all learn the jargon, along the way. When it comes time to make the meaning clear AND unique, it shows why the real legal beagles get the expensive dog biscuits. Would I want to repurpose my life in that direction? Not likely!
There was another job ad that came in, via Twitter. A chance to be a level one technician for the local green power production firm. If only level one meant “on the ground, level one”. No such luck. Some of the key terms in the ad that remain engraved in short term memory include: “high-angle rescue“, “climb stairs and ladders 60-125 meters in height“, “assignments may require respirator use“, “working in confined spaces”.
Enough trigger terms, yet? This is not your average gig, obviously, and “death wish” might be added to the job description without any danger of hyperbole. I am so glad my parents urged me to stay in school! Didn’t guarantee a great job, but it also kept me from exercising my acrophobia. White knuckling my way through my shift, five days a week? I’ll pass.
