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🔴 I'm not ashamed to say I've been a shit dad My name's Kamran, I'm 36. Born and raised in Coventry. My dad came over from Pakistan in the early 80s — got a job at the Peugeot plant, met my mum, she's local, from Brum. So yeah, half Pakistani half English. But honestly I'm just a Cov lad — went to a normal school, played football in the street, couldn't speak Urdu to save my life apart from a couple of words my nan taught me. I live in Coventry with my wife Sophie and two kids — Lily and Jake. I've been doing Amazon Flex for almost 9 years now. September it'll be exactly 9. I trained as a sparky at Coventry College, got my NVQ Level 3, did everything right. Sent out probably a hundred CVs the first year after qualifying. Five interviews. Got to the final two twice — both times they gave it to someone with experience. But how do you get experience when no one gives you a chance without it? Then me and Sophie got married, and she fell pregnant with Lily almost straight away. That was it — no more time to chase the "dream job." Had to provide, right here, right now. My old mate Danny had just started Amazon Flex and put a word in for me. We thought — perfect for now: decent enough conditions (back then anyway), flexible hours, and a mate there so it's not completely miserable. "For now" — that's what I told myself 9 years ago. Danny left after two years by the way. Moved to Birmingham, got a proper job. I stayed. Didn't have a choice. Every day the same thing: up at half four, quick coffee, and by half five I'm at the depot sorting my route. Cold warehouse, smell of wet cardboard, conveyor belt noise, heavy boxes. Then — endless addresses, flats with broken intercoms, houses with no numbers on them, traffic on the M6, rain, sleet, frozen fingers. By evening my body's wrecked. Fingers buzzing from the steering wheel, back on fire. When I get home, all I want is quiet and a brew. Sophie puts dinner on the table — pasta, sometimes a bit of chicken if she found a y
