For about three decades I’ve been an Investigator. It’s a very dangerous job.
Sitting in a car watching what people do and what they shouldn’t do. Hour after hour slaving over a hot computer searching for data and producing reports. Sifting through papers, tabulating costs, and organising file material at a desk.
It’s dangerous work. Hear ye the Investigator’s lament!
Over one pound per year have I gained.
Flexibility have I lost.
Physical endurance I have no more.
Of cholesterol I have an abundance.
I can see this dangerous job taking its toll on the young guys who have less than a decade’s experience. Car accidents, whiplash, carpal tunnel syndrome, obesity, repetitive stress injuries, and back problems, but no shootings, stabbings, or similar misadventures.
Being a Private Investigator is the world’s most dangerous sit-down job.
In future articles I will outline my solutions to some of these perils.