I laboured for my Dad when I was 19. He was a master plasterer (dry waller for the Americans). We worked together for months travelling around Queensland (an Au

I laboured for my Dad when I was 19. He was a master plasterer (dry waller for the Americans). We worked together for months travelling around Queensland (an Australian state the size of Texas). It was hot and draining work. Over the course of my 25 years of IT work, on the difficult days I've often looked back on those days and thought, "still better than sanding ceilings in 40 degree Celsius heat.