Hard work – really?

I keep reading articles about Royal family members and children of the rich and famous talking about how hard they work.

Hard work – really? Do they even know what hard work really is. In  fact, do I even know what hard work really is? I sometimes work long hours, I sometimes travel a lot, I sometimes get stressed – but is it really hard work when I compare it to my parents.

I do know that my parents worked hard.

My mother was a farm worker in Kent. Picking fruit and vegetables is hard work. Even more so if you are only paid based on what you picked. Riding a bike to work with me on the back was hard work. No guaranteed wages. Probably no contract. Very little health and safety protection. Working in all weathers. That’s hard work.

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My mother is on the right in this photo from Sittingbourne

My father worked hard. In his time he was a milkman, a coalman, a grave digger, a fencer, a crane driver, as well as many other jobs. When he worked in a paper mill he would often work 12 hour shifts 7 days in a row. That’s hard work. The first day he had off sick was when he had to have a leg amputated. Even then he was back to work within weeks.

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My father when he was a milkman in the Sittingbourne area

I know they were both manual workers, and it is hard to compare white and blue collar work. However, when people complain about having a tough week at work – and I accept that many people do – I wish that they would get some perspective.

Have a great week everyone. Don’t work too hard now.

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About Mark Catchlove

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2 Responses to Hard work – really?

  1. Jacky Hilary says:

    This is brilliant and humbling Mark

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