Occupations Relying on Past Glories

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Ross Prunster

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Aug 16, 2009
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Air Hostess
Back in the day when flying was glamorous, every little girl wanted to be an Air Hostess. Flying to exotic locations, well heeled, well connected, well groomed passengers, big, strong, lantern jawed ex Air Force blokes up the front flying the plane. Chance to sip champagne and eat oysters with one of the playboy millionaire passengers sitting on the Champ de elysees, before a night of all night love making. If that failed, there was always the pilot to snort coke off your backside in the five star hotel, before giving you a right royal rogering.
These days with code sharing, cheap flights, cashed up bogans, as well as airline cost cutting, you get to explain the beef or chicken menu to every f***wit on the plane who can't work it out for themselves, snot nosed kids pissing you off, drunk bogans trying to cop a feel, self entitled bitches telling you how to do your job, and a 3 hour stop over in Bali is exotic as you'll get. As for the millionaire love making, the closest you'll get to that is a quick shag with Ralph Fiennes in a piss soaked airplane toilet. Can always fall back on the pilot? These days he's a debt ridden glorified bus driver geek, who'll end before the train enters the tunnel, and add to that he's half an interest rate rise away from driving the plane nose first into the ground.
 

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Policeman
Was once well respected, an icon of the local community, when he spoke, people listened. Able to give a swift kick up the clacker to any youngster who got out of line. Received the odd bribe from the local businesses, as well as the odd gobby from the local working girl. Crims who copped a roughing up a the station put it down to an occupational hazard, and what happened at the station, stayed at the station.
Now, absolutely no respect. Treated as a punching back by every tough guy f###wit, as well as in danger of copping diseases from the drug addled scum he has to deal with on a daily basis. Snowed under with paper work, and every prick putting a camera phone in their face screaming about their rights. Even have video monitoring in the stations, and with the internet probably don't even have the yellow pages at their disposal. Do the tough jobs, then have weak as piss sentencing having the scum back on the streets in no time. Can't even get away with offing a low level drug dealer these days.
 
Policeman
Was once well respected, an icon of the local community, when he spoke, people listened. Able to give a swift kick up the clacker to any youngster who got out of line. Received the odd bribe from the local businesses, as well as the odd gobby from the local working girl. Crims who copped a roughing up a the station put it down to an occupational hazard, and what happened at the station, stayed at the station.
Now, absolutely no respect. Treated as a punching back by every tough guy f###wit, as well as in danger of copping diseases from the drug addled scum he has to deal with on a daily basis. Snowed under with paper work, and every prick putting a camera phone in their face screaming about their rights. Even have video monitoring in the stations, and with the internet probably don't even have the yellow pages at their disposal. Do the tough jobs, then have weak as piss sentencing having the scum back on the streets in no time. Can't even get away with offing a low level drug dealer these days.
Roger Rogerson board
 
Engineering and Teaching if you're a young graduate or a student (supply/demand has changed so much since they started uni)
Optometry, with the rise of opticians and online specs shopping .
Other health fields like pharmacy and podiatry have major oversupply issues
Things are quickly changing for doctors too. Once well respected , trusted , well paid and in demand, things are quickly changing, but haven't reached panic stations yet
 
Bank Manager
Back in the day the Bank Manager was, much like the aforementioned Policeman, a man respected by all the community. Sitting in his high back leather chair, enhaling the smell of his own farts, as he made decisions that affected the lives of the young couples before him, dressed in their best clothes, begging for him to approve their application for a shot at the Australian dream. Wife has nice ****, loan approved, don't like the color of your jumper, loan denied. Not to mention shagging the new teller, promising of a quick promotion, before sacking her to make room for the next new slapped.
These days, approve everyone, no tellers, open space offices so can't even take in your own smell in peace, and since the apron strings have been untied, half the time the Bank Manager isn't even a bloke. Sad days.
 
Bank Manager
Back in the day the Bank Manager was, much like the aforementioned Policeman, a man respected by all the community. Sitting in his high back leather chair, enhaling the smell of his own farts, as he made decisions that affected the lives of the young couples before him, dressed in their best clothes, begging for him to approve their application for a shot at the Australian dream. Wife has nice ****, loan approved, don't like the color of your jumper, loan denied. Not to mention shagging the new teller, promising of a quick promotion, before sacking her to make room for the next new slapped.
These days, approve everyone, no tellers, open space offices so can't even take in your own smell in peace, and since the apron strings have been untied, half the time the Bank Manager isn't even a bloke. Sad days.

Bank Manager at your local NAB Branch

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Policeman
Was once well respected, an icon of the local community, when he spoke, people listened. Able to give a swift kick up the clacker to any youngster who got out of line. Received the odd bribe from the local businesses, as well as the odd gobby from the local working girl. Crims who copped a roughing up a the station put it down to an occupational hazard, and what happened at the station, stayed at the station.
Now, absolutely no respect. Treated as a punching back by every tough guy f###wit, as well as in danger of copping diseases from the drug addled scum he has to deal with on a daily basis. Snowed under with paper work, and every prick putting a camera phone in their face screaming about their rights. Even have video monitoring in the stations, and with the internet probably don't even have the yellow pages at their disposal. Do the tough jobs, then have weak as piss sentencing having the scum back on the streets in no time. Can't even get away with offing a low level drug dealer these days.

Some of the biggest drug traders in australia have been policeman, in victoria they have their assassination squads, in South Australia they're linked to a notoriuos pedophile ring.In western australia they beat up drunk blacks.
 
Air Hostess
Back in the day when flying was glamorous, every little girl wanted to be an Air Hostess. Flying to exotic locations, well heeled, well connected, well groomed passengers, big, strong, lantern jawed ex Air Force blokes up the front flying the plane. Chance to sip champagne and eat oysters with one of the playboy millionaire passengers sitting on the Champ de elysees, before a night of all night love making. If that failed, there was always the pilot to snort coke off your backside in the five star hotel, before giving you a right royal rogering.
These days with code sharing, cheap flights, cashed up bogans, as well as airline cost cutting, you get to explain the beef or chicken menu to every f***wit on the plane who can't work it out for themselves, snot nosed kids pissing you off, drunk bogans trying to cop a feel, self entitled bitches telling you how to do your job, and a 3 hour stop over in Bali is exotic as you'll get. As for the millionaire love making, the closest you'll get to that is a quick shag with Ralph Fiennes in a piss soaked airplane toilet. Can always fall back on the pilot? These days he's a debt ridden glorified bus driver geek, who'll end before the train enters the tunnel, and add to that he's half an interest rate rise away from driving the plane nose first into the ground.

Policeman
Was once well respected, an icon of the local community, when he spoke, people listened. Able to give a swift kick up the clacker to any youngster who got out of line. Received the odd bribe from the local businesses, as well as the odd gobby from the local working girl. Crims who copped a roughing up a the station put it down to an occupational hazard, and what happened at the station, stayed at the station.
Now, absolutely no respect. Treated as a punching back by every tough guy f###wit, as well as in danger of copping diseases from the drug addled scum he has to deal with on a daily basis. Snowed under with paper work, and every prick putting a camera phone in their face screaming about their rights. Even have video monitoring in the stations, and with the internet probably don't even have the yellow pages at their disposal. Do the tough jobs, then have weak as piss sentencing having the scum back on the streets in no time. Can't even get away with offing a low level drug dealer these days.

Bank Manager
Back in the day the Bank Manager was, much like the aforementioned Policeman, a man respected by all the community. Sitting in his high back leather chair, enhaling the smell of his own farts, as he made decisions that affected the lives of the young couples before him, dressed in their best clothes, begging for him to approve their application for a shot at the Australian dream. Wife has nice ****, loan approved, don't like the color of your jumper, loan denied. Not to mention shagging the new teller, promising of a quick promotion, before sacking her to make room for the next new slapped.
These days, approve everyone, no tellers, open space offices so can't even take in your own smell in peace, and since the apron strings have been untied, half the time the Bank Manager isn't even a bloke. Sad days.

I like the sexual undertones.
 
Pharmacist
Standing regally 3 feet above everyone else, as he dispenses relief for all types of ailments to the suffering masses. With his name emblazoned across the top of his store, only he can unravel the mysteries of the doctor's handwriting. Sending his underlings scurrying to meet and greet his customers, as he mixes, grinds and concocts all manner of mysterious concoctions behind that high rise desk.
Alas, with the advent of the internet, chemist warehouses and James Hird, drugs have never been easier to get, and the powerful all knowing, all healing pharmacist as a man to be respected is a thing of the past. Credit given however, as a last grasp at importance, good law abiding folk like myself are forced to sign and give personal details to obtain a simple box of sudafed. All to no avail however, as their best customers, the pensioners are even taking the piss, selling their prescription drugs for profit right outside the poor shell of a man's door.
 
The pharmacist has set some high standards. "Standing regally three feet above..." "suffering masses..." "with his name emblazoned across the top of his store, only he can unravel the mysteries of the doctor's handwriting..." Sore sides.
 
Gay Bloke
Quirky, fun loving, harmless, out there, a girl's best friend. Able to gain the National Spotlight to increase awareness and celebrate the lifestyle, the gay bloke has not sat upon these lofty heights for many awhile. From being the centre of attention from such diverse groups as drunken girls, over affectionate mothers, hairdressers, and gangs of wandering skinheads, (or pikeys), the gay bloke is now an accepted part of society with no one actually giving a s**t if a bloke is attracted to other blokes. The AFL world waits with baited breath for the first footballer to come out as gay, however much like the England cricket team, and anyone who plays soccer, everyone is quite aware that all on Richmond's list is gay.
 
Gay Bloke
Quirky, fun loving, harmless, out there, a girl's best friend. Able to gain the National Spotlight to increase awareness and celebrate the lifestyle, the gay bloke has not sat upon these lofty heights for many awhile. From being the centre of attention from such diverse groups as drunken girls, over affectionate mothers, hairdressers, and gangs of wandering skinheads, (or pikeys), the gay bloke is now an accepted part of society with no one actually giving a s**t if a bloke is attracted to other blokes. The AFL world waits with baited breath for the first footballer to come out as gay, however much like the England cricket team, and anyone who plays soccer, everyone is quite aware that all on Richmond's list is gay.

Bi is the old gay and gay is the old happy and happy is the old married and married is the old commitment and commitment sux.
 

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