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It gets my goat...

The Wrong Job

Everybody complains about their job. It's part of the human condition. We all wish that there was some miraculous magic answer whereby we could be given all the resources we need to live full, happy and comfortable lives and not have to lift a finger. Unfortunately we can't all work in management, and there will always be far more boring admin that needs doing than there are people willing to do it, and whilst there are better ways to spend your days than deciphering some bigwig's scrawl and transcribing it into electronic form, there are worse ways too.

However, this aside, some people do seem to end up in jobs that are quite specialised in their way, and yet eminently unsuitable for them. And some (again relatively specialised) professions seem to solely attract those people who most dislike the job.

I'm talking about removal men here. And I'm not being sexist - they do seem to be predominantly male. Firstly, every single removal man I've ever encountered seems to completely and utterly, absolutely above all else, loathe carrying things. Er... perhaps I missed something but I think you're in the wrong job? Didn't the job description give you a clue? Of course I suppose you could argue that the constant carrying of heavy objects might cause resentment to fester, but speaking personally when I find myself in a job where certain central aspects (say the pay, the hours or the boss's breath) are intolerable, I leave and pronto.

So - they hate carrying things. Of course carrying things isn't nearly as difficult if you're fit and healthy, but then again on the whole these guys aren't. More gut than the deck of a North Sea trawler, they appear to survive on beer, fags and fried breakfasts.

Breakfast. That brings me neatly to the final and perhaps most inexplicable behavioural peculiarity possessed by removal men. They are obsessed, and I mean seriously obsessed, with cups of tea. We all like a nice cuppa, but sometimes it's impossible. Like, for instance, when someone is moving house and all of their worldly goods are packed away including the kettle!

Moving house is one of the most stressful and traumatic experiences ever known, and when you're going through it, the last thing you need is some corpulent sweaty lout dropping heavy handed hints about being thirsty, sulking when these are ignored and then breaking your furniture in a fit of pique. For God's sake man, if it means that much to you, why not bring a thermos of the stuff into work?

All in all, your average removal man is about as suited to his job as Howard Hughes would have been to the job of dustman. But I have a plan. I think the employees of Humpitt & Cuss Removals would be much happier elsewhere. So where can we find them a job where there's absolutely no heavy lifting, fitness is not required and you can drink as much tea as you like? Why, admin of course!

I think it could all work rather well.