liverpool / Bridgenorth Optometrist

[jk eye]

Job Description
For a clinically and commercially minded Optometrist, who wants to work in a fantastic practice. Lovely team done for you Progress and develop your role as an Optom.

[Karen]

You might want to clarify if that’s one job or two?

[Andrew D Price]

No 'e' please! My birth town, Bridgnorth that is, although I know Liverpool reasonably well. Anyway, as I live in Chester I will alert local colleagues.

[jk eye]

Thank you Andrew

[jk eye]

You might want to clarify if that’s one job or two?

Just the one !

[Karen]

That’s quite a commute!

[MTP]

Is this being advertised as part of your new recruitment agency? If so, have you paid for the advertising?

[Burt Moose]

Hang on. BRIDGNORTH is not far from the Black Country. Liverpool is not far from Manchester. How is that one job?

[Karen]

I reckon if you lived in Stoke it’s about an hour each way. But then you’d have to live in Stoke.

[Ford Prefect]

But then you’d have to live in Stoke.

This is a major problem. I grew up there.

[jk eye]

Let me clear this up! the job is for Bridgenorth. Forgive me for not being very clear

[Rick Sanderson]

the job is for Bridgenorth

Is it though?

[michel le curie]

One of my former Px's actually owned & operated the historic funicular railway in Bridgnorth many years ago. Most unusual job description although perhaps not the strangest, I think that went to a "banana ripener" in the Birmingham wholesale markets.

[curlyclaz]

I think that went to a "banana ripener" in the Birmingham wholesale markets.

Did you ask them what this involved ?

[michel le curie]

If I recall the banana bunches used to arrive from the docks in wooden boxes, a bit like coffins. This was the '60's. The geen bunches were then taken out (the boxes were recycled in some way) alongside, often, fat spiders & various other tropical insects....in those days bananas usually arrived from our colonies in the Caribbean & Africa.
The market roofs contained overhead translucent windows which admitted sunlight. The bunches were lined up under these on wooden pallets. My hero's job was to carefully turn these bunches daily without damaging them until they were ripe enough for sale. The green bananas on today's supermarket shelves would not have been acceptable then.
There was a famous panel game on tv in the 1950's called "What's my line?" where celebrity guests were invited to interrogate in turn & try & guess the occupations of a list of people invited for their unusual jobs. My hero claimed he'd once been on this programme & defeated the panel, even the acclaimed Lady Isobel Barnett, a regular who usually was the first to suss them out by forensic questioning............examples of that programme still to be found on youtube.
Another Px had, what was in those far off days considered a rather risque job. There was a small factory unit nearby who produced rubber gloves & less obtrusively condoms (still called Johnnies or more politely French Letters in the '60's, available from the backshelves of barbershops)
An appropriate rack of moulds used to dip in & out of a latex solution, coated in liquid & the product when set was rolled off. This lady Px had the job of rolling off & briefly inspecting (hence her precise ocular prescription requirement) the condoms before individual packaging. One of every so many was set aside for volunteer testing, not sure if she was involved in that. Can't remember her exact job description, she certainly would never have made it onto "What's my line"