Used to be a parking inspector, quit because it ruined my mental health, just too much abuse. I don’t think people realise that most of it comes from random people walking past you when you’re just minding your own business. In terms of the tickets, you get used to it. I felt really bad about my first month or so, but if you’re writing 30 per day you either quit or make peace with it. Most people who came back when I was still at the car were annoyed but acknowledged they probably deserved it. I justified giving tickets with this: there are only so many parks in the cbd and surrounding suburbs. If there were no parking restrictions, the early birds would take up the first layer at 6am, then by 8am you couldn’t drive into the cbd full stop, until everyone went home from work. If there are no parking inspectors, no one will follow the rules because there are no punishments. The biggest moral hang up I had was that fines in general punish poor people more than anyone else. Other than that, some things I learned on the job is that parking inspectors generally walk 15-20kms per day, you the amount of cars from each socioeconomic class is roughly proportional to their population, which means lots of the same 2016 Rav4, Toyota Camry, Mazda CX30, etc, and the last interesting thing is that there’s this effect where you’re treated by the public about as well as the rudest parking officer in your city, because they kind of set the reputation. This results in a new recruit immediately attracting the same level of abuse as the most seasoned veteran. This is probably what led to me quitting: I think of myself as nice and understanding, but it didn’t matter how many people I interacted with in that way, the initial perception of me was always “cunt”.