Careers I wish I’d known about when I was 16. (My Dad once told me he’d wanted to be a vicar when he was a kid, as he thought they only worked on Sundays).
Politician. I didn’t really know this was a career when I was younger, just thought of it as a calling for people who wanted to do good and make the world a better place. What an idiot! Politics would have been great – short hours, great expenses, wonderful pension plus all the executive directorships, newspaper columns and freebies you could have fitted in.
Professional Quizzer. We didn’t have such things in those days, but it would have been great. Being paid to know a wide range of trivia, appearing on TV and in Celebrity Specials and working for a question setting company, there can be few jobs that I’d enjoy more. Winning Who Wants to be a Millionaire would be good too. I believe at least one winner was a professional quizzer and another winner went on to be a professional quizzer.
Academic numismatist. I don’t know what the real job title is, but we’ve had them give talks at the coin society. They seem to do things like examine hoards, research the decline of the Roman Empire by reference to the quality of the coinage, and research the patterns of dropped coins in East Anglia. I could do that.
I could see myself doing all those things, and enjoying them. It’s just a shame that our careers service at school was a questionnaire (I was suited to outdoor work, it said), a box of dog-eared leaflets and a disenchanted metalwork teacher with no interest in the job. Let’s face it, if you don’t make the grade as a metalwork teacher, you aren’t going to be much good at anything.
Photos are of Painted Lady butterflies – there was one in the garden this morning when I left. It settled, I took my camera out of the bag . . .
The batteries ran out as I tried to focus.