Is Your Job Going Extinct?
Nah. My job can’t be automated, right? Right…
It’s a dreary winter night in London. You’re making your rounds with torch and tub of oil in hand. Cold and wet, but comfortable in the fact that The People need you. How else will they navigate the dark streets and find their way home?
8 more years and you will retire on a pension and hand the job down to your son.