MILLENNIALS get a bad rap. What’s wrong with avocado and yoga?
Unlike their lucky parents — many of whom could count on a steady job until retirement — a third of 18 to 34-year-olds have had more than five jobs already.
At 34, I just about count as a millennial.
The jobs market is unpredictable, average earnings have fallen since the 2008 crash and zero-hours contracts are on the rise.
Why stick at a job we could lose at any time?
Each role has taught me new skills and helped me figure out what I am best at.
My parents, like most of their friends, had jobs for life.
They taught me I could be anything I wanted if I grafted.
At 15, my only dream was to go out with fit lads. And boy, did I graft for that. I took my first job to pay for make-up, spangly tops and bottles of Hooch.
Dream of fit lads
Earning £9 a DAY in a greasy spoon taught me the customer is always right . . . especially when you drop a full English on them.
While pulling pints at JD Wetherspoon, I learnt that drunk snogs with colleagues don’t end well, a Slippery Nipple is not what it sounds like and blokes who drink John Smith’s don’t tip.
During university holidays, I earned my keep back at the local Best Western hotel and waitressing in the hospitality boxes at Huddersfield Town.
I have handed out gym flyers, sorted clobber in a clothes shop, done data entry for the NHS, typed up notes for solicitors, filed government documents and set up stands at village fetes.
I have often juggled two or three jobs at once.
My parents taught me about financial independence. If I wanted new trainers, to go clubbing, to travel or go to uni, I paid my way.
No job was too big or too small. And with a record 33million people in work, my generation clearly agrees. Still, the Office for National Statistics says vacancies are at an all-time high too, at 853,000. So there is no excuse to bum around.
Each job was a stepping stone for me. Only a lucky few know their destiny by the age of 12 — be it teacher, actor or brain surgeon.
I was clueless. But my parents taught me I was within my rights to want a job I actually like.
We spend 90,000 hours at work over the course of our lives, on average. I refused to spend most of that watching the clock. So I played the field in search of The One. I have been at The Sun almost five years — my longest yet.
Life is unpredictable, every hour is jam-packed and I meet wonderful people from all walks of life.
Still, if you can make me a better offer . . . hit me up. JOKE!