6 crappy jobs and the lessons I learned
While it might seem nice to fall into your dream career early in your working life, Kate Toon reckons there’s much to be learned from getting it really wrong before you get it right!
These days I talk to a lot of copywriters who’ve always been copywriters.
I have pairs of socks older than some who are now running highly successful copywriting businesses.
But, while I admire their chutzpah and envy their entrepreneurial spirit, I also wonder whether going straight into your dream career is actually good for you.
"An actress friend was working for a chat line and said it was a great opportunity for her to practise role play. For me? Not so much."
Don’t we need a little work experience before we start our own thing?
Admittedly my clamber up the career mountain has been rocky. I’ve had some truly terrible jobs, and wandered through the vocation wilderness for months at time.
But each job was illuminating, and I don’t think I’d be the soloist I am today without these often-hideous experiences.
So, I wanted to share a snapshot of my six worst jobs, and how the lessons I learned from each helped me build my business.
JOB 1: Newspaper delivery
My first job was subcontracting for my brother. While he sat at home watching TV I trudged around our housing estate posting the free paper in people’s letterboxes.
(And yes, I put it in their letterbox rather than throw it on their lawn. I was a professional, even then.)
These days a kid with a job like this would probably have their mum following in the family SUV to make sure they were safe, but back then Mum was happy for me to wander the streets in the gloom of dusk while she cooked dinner and listened to Barry Manilow.
This was pre-iPod (or even Walkman), so it was just me and the pavement. The bag weighed as much as a small toddler, and I came home filthy from the news print.
But oh, how I loved that job.
My brother got paid two pounds a week—a princely sum at the time—of which he gave me 40p. Looking back it was a terrible deal, but I was just delighted to be earning extra money. That 40p could buy two creme eggs and a Jackie magazine, which was all I wanted out of life.
LESSON LEARNED: Subcontracting is the way go to. My brother was living the passive income dream back in 1985.
JOB 2: Selling aerial photographs
As a student, money was tight.
I remember taking my 11 pence (around 20 cents) to the corner shop and begging for a single egg and half an onion to make ‘omelette à la Toon’ (still a personal favourite).
So when the chance to earn a commission selling aerial photographs came up, I jumped at the chance. Or rather I grunted “Okay” while levering myself off the throw-covered saggy sofa in our tatty student flat.
A group of us were driven in a minibus to an anonymous estate on the outskirts of Liverpool, given an aerial photograph of our appointed cul-de-sac, and told to go forth and sell.
(By this point all the nice housing estates had been worked out.)
The (hugely expensive) photos displayed rows and rows of drab grey roofs in sad treeless streets.
I remember identifying one person’s house by pointing out the tiny burning sofa in the street and cross-referencing it with the burnt-out shell their eight children were now bouncing on.
It was tough work. Most people immediately slammed the door in my face. Others talked to me for hours but clearly had no intention of buying. They were just lonely.
The photos weren’t even very good—blurry shots in ugly overpriced frames.
In two weeks I sold just one photo to an old couple. The brief moment of elation (I’d finally earned a 20-pound commission) was quickly squashed by a feeling of disgust that they clearly couldn’t afford it.
I chucked it in the next day.
LESSON LEARNED: It’s really hard to sell a crap product you don’t believe in.
JOB 3: Sex chat line
After university I wanted to study journalism, but my morbid fear of debt meant I didn’t dare take out a loan for the fees. So I drifted instead from office job to bar job to shop job.
I finally scored a semi-well-paying gig as a cloakroom girl where I could scam free drinks, read my book and be rude to customers because the club was cool and they were not.
But I still needed extra cash to feed my Topshop addiction.
An actress friend was working for a chat line and said it was a great opportunity for her to practise role play. For me? Not so much.
We were paid according to how long we could keep the punters talking, with bonuses if we made the magic hour-long mark.
My calls generally lasted 7-8 minutes.
While the bored middle-aged housewives around me purred sweet, filthy nothings into the moist, eager earholes of our customers, I awkwardly asked them about their holidays, whether they had brothers and sisters, and what was their favourite flavour of jam.
I couldn’t connect with my audience, and simply didn’t know how to talk dirty.
I was let go after my first shift.
LESSON LEARNED: It’s vital to understand your audience, and be able to speak their language.
JOB 4: Advertising assistant
I was 22 when I got my first job in ‘advertising’, working at the prestigious Saatchi and Saatchi in Soho’s Golden Square. The office was fabulously schmick, and famous for its glass staircase where the ad execs would gather to look up the skirts of the female staff.
I was a P.A. to one of the Account Directors. His main account was promoting the Conservative party, and he was a cross between Boris Johnson and Don Draper.
In short, he was a twat.
My role primarily involved:
- Going to Liberties to pick up his ties.
- Fetching him sandwiches.
- Lighting his cigarettes (I kid you not).
He took huge delight in pointing out my every mistake, and called me his ‘silly little girl’. I regularly fantasised about pushing him down those glass stairs.
I escaped after three months into a publishing role and promised never to work in advertising again.
LESSON LEARNED: Don’t work for dicks.
JOB 5: Digital Producer
After a year or so in publishing, the internet was invented*. And I decided I wanted a piece of the digital action.
I applied for a producer job at a super-trendy, up-and-coming internet agency, even though I had no clue what I was doing. And by some crazy chance I got the role.
My main project was to manage the Marks and Spencer website. I was immediately thrust into rooms of insanely clever designers, copywriters and programmers, where I was supposed to tell them all what to do.
In one of these early meetings I classically asked “What’s a browser?” The hushed silence that followed still haunts me to this day.
But my boss was awesome (“Hey, Terry”), and saw potential in me.
He offered me a promotion after a few months, but I turned it down.
I’d blagged my way into the job, but the stress of those early months was horrendous.
Trying to pretend to be something you’re not isn’t fun. And trying to talk about something intelligently when you don’t understand it yourself is hideous.
I really wanted to know what I was doing before I took the next step. So I waited, and several months later got the promotion that started my digital career.
LESSON LEARNED: While it’s occasionally good to talk the talk before you can walk the walk, it’s also good to know your limits.
JOB 6: Rose trimmer
After about 15 years working in agencies I was at the end of my tether. I was now running a digital department for a well-known agency, and battling with old-school creative directors who wanted to build websites in InDesign.
I needed a break.
I’ve written before about my job working at a well-known florist during the Valentine’s Day rush. Suffice to say they treated their staff like slaves, and I worked harder in those two days than I have in all my years since.
But the hard-working women who were earning a pittance for their families were amazing. Most were immigrants, with only a few years in Australia under their belt.
They were grateful to be in the country, and just as grateful for the work, their lives, their families and the opportunity.
Their immense and humble gratitude made me realise what an ungrateful moo I’d been. And that I was lucky to have such a cushy life.
LESSON LEARNED: How lucky I am to be living in a free country where women’s rights are largely respected.
There are many more job tales I could regale you with—my time as a gibbon keeper, school cleaner, underpants folder in a large retail store—but I think you get the idea.
All these experiences taught me a lot about people, about business, and about customers.
But more importantly they taught me a lot about me.
It’s been a long journey to find my true vocation. Even now I’m buffing the edges of my ideal role. But I don’t regret any of the career decisions I’ve made.
Over to you
Have you had any hideous jobs? What did they teach you, and how have you used those lessons in your working life?
This post first appeared on Kate’s blog and is reproduced here with full permission.
* It was actually invented several years earlier, but in about 1996 it became a thing.