My mum kills dragons
When my kids were younger, they struggled with what I did for a living. It wasn’t that they didn’t like it, but that they didn’t understand it. Their friends parents did things that were easy. One ran some hotels. Another was a nanny and one father ran a gardening company. All things that the boys could relate to.
My job, however, was rather odd. I worked in an office some of the time, but then sometimes I did something called “going to Court” which involved getting dressed up in my special black suit, and having loads of files and documents. At other times I was in meetings, and sometimes I sat at the computer all night drafting documents but then there were times when I would have papers all over the table sorting out bundles.
I decided to try and put my job into words that they could understand. I told them that I helped people to fight to put right things that had gone wrong for them. I talked about people who had been told they had to leave their jobs, or perhaps not been paid for the work they had done, and how I went and fought to protect them. They seemed happy with this, until one of the teachers said that my children were telling everyone I was a secret superhero, because I had a special outfit, I fought bad people like on TV and I even killed dragons. I’m not entirely sure where the dragon idea came from, but I think it might have had something to do with a comment I made about a rather aggressive opponent I came up against in Court, who had a reputation for breathing fire.
So if you need a fearless warrior, who is not afraid to go in to Court and fight any manner of evil opponents, drop me a line at firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll tell you how to find the bat cave.
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