On Vocations
Seems like everyone's updating their blogs with exciting stories about their studies and driving adventures.
I think the loneliest and saddest job in the world is that of a carpark attendant.
You sit in a small cramped cubicle all day, collecting parking tickets and small change that drivers kind of fling at you since no one wants to spend unnecessary time at the gantry point. It doesn't matter tha the cars' have been parked for hours, or that the drivers themselves have spent ages doing assorted things as their cars were parked and the carpark attendant waited; all it matters is that not an additional second passes at the automated gantry point. So it is that when the arm goes up, the car drives off, oblivious to the momentary exchange.
Worse, you don't even have company in a carpark, unless you talk to cars. Even gravediggers can talk to corpses, or have partners. A carpark attendant has neither. Of course there's also the fact that there isn't much job security either. You could easily be replaced by one of those automatic cash card readers supplied by Wilson Parking. I defy you to find an automatic gravedigger, or automatic gardener.
Seems like everyone's updating their blogs with exciting stories about their studies and driving adventures.
I think the loneliest and saddest job in the world is that of a carpark attendant.
You sit in a small cramped cubicle all day, collecting parking tickets and small change that drivers kind of fling at you since no one wants to spend unnecessary time at the gantry point. It doesn't matter tha the cars' have been parked for hours, or that the drivers themselves have spent ages doing assorted things as their cars were parked and the carpark attendant waited; all it matters is that not an additional second passes at the automated gantry point. So it is that when the arm goes up, the car drives off, oblivious to the momentary exchange.
Worse, you don't even have company in a carpark, unless you talk to cars. Even gravediggers can talk to corpses, or have partners. A carpark attendant has neither. Of course there's also the fact that there isn't much job security either. You could easily be replaced by one of those automatic cash card readers supplied by Wilson Parking. I defy you to find an automatic gravedigger, or automatic gardener.
