Well my trade is one you don't see so much anymore.
I trained as an assayer.
For quite a few years I was the guy who told you how much gold there was in them thar hills.
That's me on the left


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In 1995, I bought a machine for the labs that promptly made me redundant.
So management asked me if I'd take a job helping to look after our environmental performance, but "Don't talk about it to anyone, we haven't sacked the other useless bastard yet".
"Useless bastard" duly ejected, I went Environmentin' for 4 years, then in about 2000 the company hit a rough patch and went kinda broke.
We scraped through and almost thrived, but we couldn't hire metallurgists for love or money.
So they asked me to take my assayin' and bucket chemistry knowledge over to the sinter plant and measure sulphur evolution and cadmium deportment on a three month secondment.
7 years later, having been promoted to honorary metallurgist and having helped set a production record that stands to this day, they said, " Mick, you look like you need a rest."
Back to the Environment department - no call-ins, no out of hours work to speak of.
I de-stressed and wound down there for a while, built a model for air emissions tracing, planted a few trees, caught a few fish for research purposes, analysed a few dust samples, cleaned up a few acid spills, then buggered off on a three month paid sabbatical.
When I got back, I heard the General manager wanted to see me. "Can't be good," I thought, so I ducked him for a week. Then one day I forgot myself and answered the phone.
The voice on the other end growled, "Maaaate, ya can't hide forever, come up and see me."
So I traipsed upstairs to the corner office.
Secretary was laughing her head off as she said, "Go straight in Mick."
"Michael," said the GM in his best formal tone, "I need you to go manage the stockpiles in the Pit."
"You must have seen it while you've been out Environmentin'. It's a bloody mess, mate."
"You'll have a budget, go sort it out, please."
So we parted friends, and Pit Coordinatin I went.
Been doing that ever since. Currently looking after many many millions of high value materials that variously need to be weighed, screened, crushed, processed and turned into saleable metals.
I call myself the Minister for Mud and Sludge.
But, it's been nearly 45 years and it will be 45 years by the time I use up outstanding leave I am entitled to.
So when my financial advisor told me I had saved too much money in my superannuation account and threatened three times in one interview to slap some sense into me, (ya gotta love strong Aussie women) the decision was made.
Freedom beckons.
So what was the job? Dunno really - whatever they needed doing, I guess.