Looking Back Over My Shoulder….Pt1

Good morning world and thanks for tuning in to another day here on Planet Magnet. I really do appreciate the fact that you take time out of your day and actually bother to read the posts that I produce, it flatters me to be honest because I am sure that there is nothing I write that of any worth to arrest you guys from continuing your day so for the fact thatย you indulge me, I thank you most sincerely.

Now.

Back to writing something that you might care to read….

As you know I have been walking considerably farther than usual and have been enjoying doing so very much indeed. Walking exercises my body but it also clears my mind and exercises my memory because as I walk I think about my life and how it has changed. I think about what I used to do, how I abused myself and my health, how I flitted from one job to the next always looking for more rewards, how I hunted from bar to bar always looking for more excitement, different adventures and how I allowed myself to culminate into the absolute mess that I was this time last year.

I was not a fat child. I was not an unhappy child. I had a good upbringing. I had friends and played sport. I studied (maybe not as hard as I could have done but I studied) and passed the exams I wanted to pass and then I went out into the world and I don’t think I was truly happy ever again apart from in short spurts.

As every young boy and girl does, I had to grow up, I had to become an adult (although to be fair I still don’t consider myself one even to this day) and I had to learn to stand on my own two feet so I went in search of happiness in the workplace. I honestly cannot list the jobs I have had because to be honest with you they are far too many but they included some great times and some downright awful dread filled times.

As some of you know I started my working life at Waitrose, the supermarket that is going to be supporting my walk. This was a fun time asย it was a summer job and there was little pressure. I then moved in to my next phase of study and started a Tool Design apprenticeship at a place known as Austin Rover. This is now the site of another sponsor Mini GB and I am so amazed that I have kind of come full circle on this journey. Fortunately this I shall enjoy my association with the car manufacturer unlike the first time round where I had no idea I was to become a Tool Design Engineer until I had been at the site for a few days. Heartbroken does not even begin to cover the way I felt but not surprising because I had honestly thought I would be learning to be a Car Body Design Engineer.

A bit of a disaster….

So anyway, I stuck this out for as long as I could and finally after three years and certain qualifications I had gained enough experience and technical know how that I was offered a job as a Sales Engineer for a local engineering company. Unfortunately this was only to last a few months due to my new found ability of crashing cars! If memory serves I did everything very well for that boss apart from cost him a fortune in writing off (totalling) every company car I was given. This culminated in the most excellent destruction of his beloved three year old Jaguar XJS V12 with him sat next to me! To be fair that was more bad luck than anything but I can understand the guy for no longer wanting to employ me….!
If I recall correctly it was the day of the Christmas party as well so I never got to go to that one and to be fair it probably wouldn’t have been much fun anyway ๐Ÿ˜‰

So fast forward to the New Year and I was on a job hunt and looking for something to pay the bills so the first thing that came along was a job at a local Dairy where we made cream and yoghurts. I found myself on one of the manufacturing shift teams so worked either 6am – 2pm, 2pm – 10pm or 10pm – 6am simple really. It was mind bendingly repetitive unchallenging work that I absolutely hated but I did it until the summertime when I was offered a job working on a building site. A wonderful time of year to working outside, such a shame that I ended my career being taken off of the site in a 4×4 Land Rover Ambulance after causing an old rugby injury to flare up and incapacitate me!
If I recall correctly I ended up in what would be called a cottage hospital. A very old, very small building with a few beds and little else apart from an extremely formidable Matron who once she had decided that I wasn’t “swinging the lead” allowed me to remove my work boots and put me on a bed to relax and wait for my girlfriend to come and collect me and take me home….

So that injury put paid to the building career and left me out of action for a few weeks but hey, at least it was the summer, it was warm, the sun was out and I may possibly have been in love (I can’t remember everything ๐Ÿ˜‰ ) All I need to do now was find a new job that I really wanted to do and at the time, due to a housing boom, Estate Agency (selling houses) appeared to be the way forward.
So I set my sights on becoming and Estate Agent and after a few applications and a couple of interviews I was given the opportunity of working for a company know as Black Horse Agencies, Buckle and Ballard. Add to the my name and answering the phone became a challenge “Good Morning, Black Horse Agencies, Buckle and Ballard, Cameron McCulloch speaking, how may I help?” Agreed….?!!!!

So I started this job and to be fair I loved that I was wearing a suit again and that I got to pop in and out of the office all day long doing all the jobs that no one else wanted to do. Unfortunately it was not to last because within a month of me starting there was something called a housing market crash and the good days were over, the bad old unemployed days were coming back. The rug was pulled from beneath my feet and I was back to square one. I was the last one into the office so I became the first one out. To be fair I recall my boss feeling pretty peeved at having to let me go but business was business so aged only 20, I was set adrift and off into the sunset I rode in my Volkswagen Derby 1.2l….

To be continued……

‘Till tomorrow,

Stay out of the fridge.

21 thoughts on “Looking Back Over My Shoulder….Pt1

  1. White House Red Door says:

    I really enjoyed reading this, Cameron! It’s so great to learn the histories of the people behind the blogs… it helps the reader better understand where the writer is coming from. Another bonus seems to be that on your walks, you are reflecting on the journey that led you here. ๐Ÿ˜Š

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    • Worlds Biggest Fridge Magnet says:

      I absolutely am so it refreshes in my mind and brings the memories back. I always thought not would be good to write a little Biog but I never thought I would remember until I actually started to do it and it all came flooding back….
      Glad you enjoyed it and tune in again for more tales from my past….

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  2. Meritings says:

    Very interesting Cameron. It’s good how we can let our minds drift as we walk isn’t it. I relive moments of my life, remember names and faces from long ago, write poetry in my head, and still manage to talk to the birds and animals along the way!

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