Bank teller turned senior clinical pharmacist for the East Kimberley
When I finished my HSC in Yarrawonga in 1979 there was no question of going to uni. My mum had arranged for me to do nursing, mainly because she’d had to abandon her own training after getting tuberculosis.
I lasted six months. I wasn’t a nurse, but I discovered I loved the hospital environment, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time.
I got a job in a bank and got married soon after. Later I transferred to Wagga Wagga, ultimately winding up in the “reconstruction unit”. This is where delinquent business and rural loans went to ensure the bank recovered as much of their money as possible. It was exhausting walking an ethical tightrope every day. It just didn’t align with my values.