EVEN in post-Brexit Britain’s upside-down economy, marketing executives on £30k would rather stay in the office than do this dispiriting shit:
When you can earn £30 an hour, surely capitalism dictates that everyone should be running to Lincolnshire to work 14-hour days and sleep with four other pickers in a static? No, because uprooting broccoli is back breaking toil and the job’s ‘up to’ £30 an hour, meaning hit insane quotas or earn a pittance.
Another sector teeming with vacancies because the available positions will haunt your nightmares. Slaughtering animals doesn’t even pay that well, presumably because anyone dismembering corpses with a saw would do it recreationally anyway. Or has worked in hospitality.
Anything in a pub or restaurant
Pub and restaurant staff are aged 18-25 precisely because they haven’t figured out that practically any other job is preferable and escaped. Even if you’re evicted and bankrupt, you’re not pulling pints for pissheads for minimum wage and getting home at 1am.
The average refuse collector earns not far what you’re getting with your white collar job and £45,000 student debt. They have to get up early and fight rats, but they play a vital role in society unlike you, who thinks you’re better.
Hugely skilled position whose reward is to be treated like shit. You know how successful bands and comedians whinge about being on tour and eating three Ginsters meals a day? That’s the life of an HGV driver, and with many fewer groupies.
Everyone knows this earns. Nobody wants to wake up and look themselves in the mirror knowing their job is to determinedly rip off the elderly, the impressionable and the innocent young buying a bedsit with plate fungus. When you could improve your social standing by becoming a politician or mobile phone contract salesman, you’ve hit bottom.