Are we all just being jobsworths?

How important is your job to your social status? Or anything else for that matter? How much does your father's job matter to you in adulthood?
Well it would appear the answer is frequently; rather a lot actually.
Recent events in my life have led me to realise that more people than I had imagined need to know what my father does for a living. The registrar at my wedding, for example, needed my father's occupation stated on a document before she would marry me. If I had said, "criminal" or "budding terrorist" would she have declined to host the ceremony? I took instant offence that an act of my own free will, an act of the highest order of emotion, needed to be sanctioned by the documentation of my father's status of employment.
But this is not the only example of 'jobsworth' conditioning I have come across recently; my podcast today played me a clip from a new television series on which I heard a man described - for no good reason - as black, middle aged and a factory manager. By a policeman! Unless of course this man was being questioned regarding the investigation of illegal activity out of said factory, I find the mention of his employment completely unnecessary. The man in question was being discussed as the father of a road accident victim. What possible connection can there be between his job status and the fact that his son has been killed in a terrible car crash?
The need to state our current profession whenever questioned allows such information to be used as a judgement tool by those still in the business of judging. I have no desire to be labelled as a 'teacher' wherever I go, just as I'm sure the toilet cleaner has no desire to be known as such during recreation time. The fixation with occupation and status circulates the fixation with occupation and status. We do not live in a Communist state where each is labelled as worker one and all, so where does my employment come in to my ability to drive a car, or my right to health care on the NHS?
My marriage contract gave me the option to keep my own name if I so desired, but it did not give me the option of being a singular human being in my own right, define by myself and myself only. I will forever look at my marriage certificate as - I hope - the last symbol of an archaic set of traditions I will never have to encounter again. Unfortunately I am just about to carry out a survey on my favourite shampoo; can I escape the 'jobsworths' even when I am in the shower? Is my choice of preferred shampoo less valuable because I work for the council? Do I have more of a voice because I work in performing arts?
I feel suddenly less jobsworthy than I ever have before.