I nursed when I first left school. Hated it. Then I went mad, then I went to uni and did a BA visual arts (silversmithing) then went off the rails again for a few years, hobboing around cutting opals and doing all sorts of odd stuff. I reckon I've picked just about everything that anyone has ever tried to grow in this country. There was some pretty seedy stuff going on at that time, but life wasn't dull.
I got job cooking in a pizza joint, one thing lead to another and I ended up getting some great opportunities and I cheffed for about 15 years. I travelled all over Oz with a pot of hot fat in one hand and a sharp knife in the other working in some interesting places but found high end function work was a good fit for me.
Then I got pregnant, got married and got divorced in quick succession. By then I was living in regional Victoria where childcare at night and on weekends was impossible so i had to get out of hospitality. I was doing OK for a while recycling racehorses fresh off the track, but bloody hell that is hard on your body. That was the cowboy era. They can be hard on your body too.
Luck got me a job at my local library. I loved it and stuck at it for 15 years, working my way up to branch manager. BC version 1 happened.
Ive always liked to study so went back to school, again, when I was made redundant in 2016 and did my HR quals while I was in treatment for BC V2. Now I work mainly from home doing workplace investigation for a HR consultancy firm. Don't like it much, people are such shits and I'm dealing with their bastardry in my lounge room when I'm not in their face doing my black crow of the inquisition stuff in council and hospital meeting rooms. Yuk.