Australian Model Quits The Glamour Industry To Become A Miner In The Most Confusing Career Change In History

From a young age, Shana Mooyman’s face was plastered all over promotional materials for nightclubs and festivals  spanning all over Australia. Seems like the ideal gig, no? Smile, give your best ‘Blue Steel’ look, have people take pictures of you and tell you how beautiful you are, and then get handed a fat wad of cash. It’s an industry that I’ve been trying to get into for years but the only offers I’ve gotten are to be the ‘Before’ photo in weight loss ads. Not about to unleash the bitch tits for the public.

But Shana grew tired of being just a pretty face, so at the age of 19 she decided to become a Mobile Plant Operator at a mineral sands mine in Cataby, Western Australia. Naturally. Her attraction to the industry stemmed from her desire to work outside and the job stability mining would provide.

Now, at 25 years old, Mooyman is now a fully-qualified operator and is thriving in a field traditionally occupied by men.

“I was a little nervous at first coming into this work, being so isolated from everyone into such a small area grouped together with mainly blokes around. We started having after-work drinks with my crew and that is when the potty mouth started. They converted me. I was now just one of the guys holding my ground not taking any of their nonsense.”

“I started modeling at a young age but it was never serious enough for me to take it further.”

But what about us, Shana? How can you sleep at night knowing you’re depriving the public of pictures like these? Have you even considered US?

Sure, you may now have three investment properties, and can now operate excavators, dump trucks, water carts, tractors, and fork lifts while I struggle to drill a nail into a wall, but what are we going to do for hot pics on the internet now?!

Oh, Jen Seltzer uploaded a few more workout pics?

Follow your dreams, Shana. I support your decision.

[H/T LADbible]

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Matt’s love of writing was born during a sixth grade assembly when it was announced that his essay titled “Why Drugs Are Bad” had taken first prize in D.A.R.E.’s grade-wide contest. The anti-drug people gave him a $50 savings bond for his brave contribution to crime-fighting, and upon the bond’s maturity 10 years later, he used it to buy his very first bag of marijuana.