Bretrick
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- Perth Western Australia
I left at age 15, worked in a Deli for 4 months before starting a Fitter/Machinist Apprenticeship.
Leading to being a tradesman 4 years later.
Leading to being a tradesman 4 years later.
Was your career fulfilling or a little humdrum?Graduated high school at 17, went to work for Collins Radio, now Rockwell International, And ended up a few years later working on the Apollo moon project...saved up and then went to college to be a computer programmer. Then some jerk invented Windows....
Leaving school can be a real shock. Being left to your own devices, using the knowledge we were supposed to have learned to find our way.I distinctly remember the night I graduated High School at age 17 1/2 ... I felt lost. I had no idea what was or should happen next. School seemed to have just about been my whole life and purpose at that point ... and school had just ended abruptly with a piece of paper in hand. No chance for a do over.
Then life happened. I did a bunch of different stuff, even some college, then more stuff until I found my calling ... retirement![]()
I am glad you were able to get out of that first job so soon.I was 15 going on 12.. when I was made to leave school by my father even tho' my mother wanted me to say at school. I didn't even get a chance to look for my own job...he got me a job in a bra factory... it was absolute hell, and I lasted just the few weeks it took me to find an office job, working in a Punch tape room, as an office Junior & Stand in receptionist.. it was the first place I ever saw a Computer, it was the size of the back room...
well it wasn't really what I was looking for, for the long term... but it was a much better place to be than that rotten factory.. couldn't have been more different either.... the plush surroundings, and the middle-class people... trouble was the wages were 1/3rd less.. my father was furious..he took it all off me every week and returned only my bus fare..I am glad you were able to get out of that first job so soon.
Finding a position that you wanted was a blessing.
Bad man that he was.well it wasn't really what I was looking for, for the long term... but it was a much better place to be than that rotten factory.. couldn't have been more different either.... the plush surroundings, and the middle-class people... trouble was the wages were 1/3rd less.. my father was furious..he took it all off me every week and returned only my bus fare..
Bad man that he was.
How long before you were able to live independent of your father if you don't mind me asking?
I left home at 16...ran away basically..no plans.. stayed away for several months but my mum begged me to go back... left again at 18.. and was gone until just a week before my mum died.. then I was stuck there looking after my siblings, until he married again when I was 20...
Did you remain a Dictaphone typist or branch out into other areas?I left school at the tender age of 15. Didn't have a clue what I wanted to do but ended up in an office in the Filing Dept. The wages were terrible, but this was the first time I had any money of my own. I paid my parents board money and had to buy my weekly rail ticket and put lay byes on clothes. I slowly moved up the department and taught myself how to type. No business college for me couldn't afford the fees. But I did eventually become a Dictaphone Typist, but the wages were still terrible.
No Bretrick - I remained in that job for 5 years and when they paid me a measly salary I left. I took up being a temp. worker and was very happy in the job because they sent me out to different companies and learned different aspects of business. This went on until I met my husband and then I became a full-time housewife and mother. That was the most rewarding time of my life.Did you remain a Dictaphone typist or branch out into other areas?
I went to an abattoir for a job, was shown through the plant and was repulsed by the sights and the smells.Went to the "Job Center" and found a job at an abattoir. Yes, skinny, weedy me. My job was to carry big hunks of dead animal from A to B. It was beyond horrible, and I didn't last long there either.
I went to an abattoir for a job, was shown through the plant and was repulsed by the sights and the smells.
Needless to say, I never applied for the job.