Dilemmas.

Do I choose a life of no prospects, no promotional options but lots of money doing a very very physical job, or do I swap careers and go to work for a major automobile company with lower pay and longer hours?

Do I stick with the shit I'm not really up for. Every morning, I wake up and I go and stand waiting for a van to roll up and I climb in. Once in the van, I'll be moaned at for something, and then we'll head off to the cafe. Cafe time over, I'll get to work. Work involves ladders. Heavy ladders. Or a light ladder, a bucket of water, money handling, navigational skills and stupid pig ignorant bastard customers. To be honest, I'd rather drag a heavy arse ladder all over South London then deal with 50-60 knob heads every day who argue over what they did and didn't pay. Tossers.

Or

Do I go for the shiny new exciting career with massive job prospects, an industry that I'd prefer to work in, but on a far lower wage than what I earn now?

If I stay with my current situation, I'll be working with 1 of 5 other blokes for a long time, one of whom is my future brother in law, and the longer he pays my wages, the longer I'll resent him. Which can do no good for my relationship with my sister.

If I move on, I'll be meeting lots of shiny exciting new people with similar interests(up to a point) as well as working alongside one of my best friends.

Reading back on this, I can see that moving on would be the better option, but its longer hours for less money.

Is money really all that matters? What about a better quality of life? Working closely with a very good friend, in a job that I'd doubtless prefer, in a nicer area for nicer people.

To be honest, this major automotive company is looking better and better.

Currently, my day to day existence involves the heavy work that was noted above, followed by being absolutely knackered from clambering around window sills that are rarely much wider than an A4 piece of paper. I fall from great heights regularly, from sliding ladders, window sills and, on one memorable occasion, shoe laces tied together whilst halfway up a ladder. That wont happen if I'm working on the floor at all times.

I should probably learn to drive soonest, I may even get a flash company car if I do shift on.

All I need to do now is secure an interview with the right person.

Maybe I should learn German so I can speak to Mr B. M. Dubbleyoo on a more personal level.