Happiest jobs in the world

These employees are clapping, they must be happy. 

Unfortunately, sooner or later we see ourselves forced to enter the workforce. Whether it is to put food on our tables or simply to have something to do. Generally this implies having to get every day to the same office or workplace and coexist with people that, if it weren't for that obligation, there wouldn't be a chance in the universe that would make you do that. For that, and many other reasons, is why having a job can become an unpleasant experience.

However, the objective of this post is not toenumerate the disgraces of the working class as do Ignatius J. Riley, today I am going to talk about the exceptions to the rule. Yes, there is people that perform their daily tasks with a smile from ear to ear, these are the following:

The gym class instructor

She is happy no matter what, skips out of bed in the morning and finishes her day the same way. Walks through the streets listening to upbeat house music and hops around trying to dodge the lines of the tiling. Her energy reserves are never depleted. For her, there's only one season, and that is summer. Summer is always coming. Of course, I am describing a regular day of this unbelievable happy individual, but nothing compares to the explosive feeling of happiness that overcomes her every few months when it's time for the master class. Event in which she takes out the time to plan a few "surprises" for her exhausted disciples, whether it's balloons, garlands or even some sweets on reward for finishing the class (trust me, I've seen it).

Favourite phrases: "You go, girl!" "Come on!" "Spriiiiiiiint" "You're only cheating yourself" "Afgahagaghg!"

Dog walker

There is something I will never understand: How is this person that is surrounded by barking, drooling, mailman-cat-bird chasing canine can be so happy?
Generally they are seen with a permanent grin, an iPod, sunglasses and dreadlocks. They say hello to everyone and somehow the dog's leads are never tangled. They know and call every dog by name and always pick up their business. And let's not forget the small detail of their job, they make a basic salary in a week BY JUST WALKING.

Favourite phrases: "whistle whistle" (that is, the action of whistling) "Come here (insert here generic dog name), don't get away from the pack"

It's me, but translated

Having moved from small town Montevideo, Uruguay to the exciting London it has become an urge to create a blog in English. You may ask yourself why, and the answer to that is to get a creative job in London precisely. So welcome recruiter that noticed that link on my CV, and welcome advertising person that it is now staring at the screen reading my random thoughts. Welcome to you all. Feel free to express criticism or praise on the comments below.


Here's some milk and cookies so you can start to get comfortable in my personal space.

Ok, I know it is just a picture of milk and cookies and you can't actually eat them. Unless you're reading this in the future and you can print them in some high tech food printing machine, in that case I envy you. 

Anyway, getting back to the point, what you can expect from this blog is some of my random thoughts and posts from my other blog translated into English.

Enjoy!

Joey