What do you do for work?

I spend my days as an electrician touring the empire of Salling Group (specifically Sjælland), heroically resurrecting the endless stream of electrical casualties across Føtex, Bilka, Netto, Starbucks, BR, and Carl’s Jr. It’s truly inspiring how consistently things manage to break. The dedication of some of these employees is purely unmatched.

At first, I wondered how this could possibly happen. How does so much electrical equipment fail so frequently?

Then I remembered.

Shoppers confidently steer carts straight into my ladder, repeatedly, while blindly walking about. They see a raised scissor lift with me perched several meters in the air and think, “Ah yes, perfect spot for a quick sit or to stash my shopping.”

And then there are the employees. Careless, indifferent, blissfully unconcerned. Coolers piled five deep on a single circuit, extension cords upon extension cords dangling from the ceiling like electrified vines, plugs drowned or damaged, panels yanked open for no reason, equipment treated like disposable props. They have no concept of “too much” or “limits,” and yet are perpetually shocked when something stops working.

But my job isn’t just fixing the mess. I also create new things: pulling Ethernet cables across entire stores, installing new electrical systems, powering up new displays, and building the infrastructure that actually keeps the stores running.

In short: I don’t just fix what people break. I make the chaos function.

I love my job, and I would never want it to change.
 
I spend my days as an electrician touring the empire of Salling Group (specifically Sjælland), heroically resurrecting the endless stream of electrical casualties across Føtex, Bilka, Netto, Starbucks, BR, and Carl’s Jr. It’s truly inspiring how consistently things manage to break. The dedication of some of these employees is purely unmatched.

At first, I wondered how this could possibly happen. How does so much electrical equipment fail so frequently?

Then I remembered.

Shoppers confidently steer carts straight into my ladder, repeatedly, while blindly walking about. They see a raised scissor lift with me perched several meters in the air and think, “Ah yes, perfect spot for a quick sit or to stash my shopping.”

And then there are the employees. Careless, indifferent, blissfully unconcerned. Coolers piled five deep on a single circuit, extension cords upon extension cords dangling from the ceiling like electrified vines, plugs drowned or damaged, panels yanked open for no reason, equipment treated like disposable props. They have no concept of “too much” or “limits,” and yet are perpetually shocked when something stops working.

But my job isn’t just fixing the mess. I also create new things: pulling Ethernet cables across entire stores, installing new electrical systems, powering up new displays, and building the infrastructure that actually keeps the stores running.

In short: I don’t just fix what people break. I make the chaos function.

I love my job, and I would never want it to change.
So Starbucks in dennmark isnt owned by Starbucks?
 
I work as a maintenance assistant for a seaside resort. So I'm the one who has the pleasure of shovelling sand, cleaning the public toilets, emptying the outside bins and carrying a radio at all times so any department can call for me to change their bins for them!

I love my job. Sadly, it's 0-hours :(
 
I'm currently unemployed by no fault of my own due to my enrolment in what is known as the English education system. Currently working towards my GCSEs (scary).
When I leave school, I'm not exactly sure what I want to do. I definitely know I want to do something with computers. Whether that's something like being a network manager or something as big as cybersecurity, I'm not sure. However, I'm lucky to live near to three cities, all with quite a lot of jobs and apprenticeships. An apprenticeship at BAE would be fucking amazing too, however, it means I would have to endure the city of Preston every day, and I'm not sure that I'm up for the mental challenge of that.
The sad part is that I will also have to take A-Level maths to do most computer science jobs :banghead:
I'm sure I'll figure it out in years to come, but that's basically my aspirations.
 
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