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Part of the 3 out of 4
Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: cheshire
Posts: 2,081
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My worst job lasted almost 3yrs 15 - almost 18yrs old! Packing fruit and veg into those fooking nets or bags you get at supermarkets on 10hr shifts for £3.10p per hour. No matter what i was packing my little finger would always end up 2 knuckles deep in a rotten item. Do you know what a REALLY gone off carrot, potatoe, onion, apple or satsuma smells like.....bluggghh...I remember once having to poor a large box of rotten coxs apples into a skip one day and i lifted the box above my head the damp box gave way covering me head to foot in brown smelly apple slim. Oh yeah, i used to be a Deputy Manager for Pc World & Currys, damn those kid sales people they used to be the bain of my life! Selling fucking computers they knew nothing about to unsuspecting customers......wanky company with rip off insurance products £500 for 5yrs cover on a £900 pc!!!! ffs! Remember to "Top and Loop, this ones perfect". shitey sales techniques. Jase
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just before I started uni, I washed the same 50 or so cars every day for the whole summer holiday for some peugeot dealership... then when they sold one, i waited with excitement to see what would come in to replace it... colour-coded bumpers were my favourite, cos you didn't have to wax them. |
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i do lines
Join Date: Mar 2003
Location: Poland/Denmark
Posts: 3,227
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Paperboy for 3 years... when I was (officially) a kid - hated that and was probably the worst paperboy in town... (nobody got their paper on time Video tape dublicating factory (12h shifts) - this is where stories of a mixed up soft-porn tape in a batch of... Barney become really funny. Even writing *hidden* messages with UV marker to the quality control people became forbidden when they found out. Mind numbing. Bakery (factory) - 12h shifts again... same recruitment agency (you'd never guess). Mind numbing. ...
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I ain't afraid of no post
Join Date: Mar 2004
Location: Bradford, Uk
Posts: 416
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Worked at Morrisons warehouse (1st job) Sat and Sun, got up at 4am started at 6am. First day was really bad had to get into a wooden box and pick out cabbages!! Day 2 this guy had started and he was put on a conveyor belt with a maushetti cutting ends of turnips.... next thing we new was he'd sliced the end of his finger off and it was running on the conveyor belt. Didn't see him again! lol! |
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Hey Alan, nice rope!
Join Date: Mar 2003
Location: Cuntoff
Posts: 770
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Removing lobsters from Jayne Mansfield's fanny Seriously though, the worst job I ever had was a summer stint at an electronics manufacturer where I would have to cut equal llength strrips of insulating material from a roll - each strip would take 2-3 seconds and I would do this from 2pm to 10 pm with a 30 minute dinner. I felt really sorry for the people who'd been there all their working lives, poor fuckers. Best job - waiting tables when I was19. We'd have a laugh all night and go out afterwards and spend our tips in some dodgy late night bar...difficult customers (or twats) would frequently find their food contaminated with knob cheese, snot, urine and all manner of 'extras'. Consequently, I always tip well for good service and never get smart with the staff when I'm out for a meal...ah, happy days. Don't get sand on your ice cream...
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Christ on a bike
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 3,320
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I had it pretty easy there though; I would usually work the fat press which was a machine used for pressing solidified cows fat into flat sheets that were then wrapped around beef joints (always on the look out for sweat glands - had to pick them out. Little buggers). If you were lucky sometimes the fat would arrive still warm, great for warming your hands up. Occasionally I was relegated to the mince meat machine where I had to empty buckets of unwanted flesh, sinew and gristle into a hopper above my head, being careful not to get too much congealed blood down my sleeves (again on the look out for patches of hairy skin or off cuts of nose that might taint the 'prime, farm fresh mince meat'). My mate had the job of cutting the ears off the still warm severed cows heads. He didn't last long. I've not eaten red meat since, and I still cant look a cow in the eye without feeling a pang of guilt. |
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Registered User
Join Date: May 2004
Posts: 2
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Pasta factory hand sorting 500g packets of Garlic & Herb Taglitelle (ah hell you know the stuff). What the guys next to me did with that stuff before it was bagged wasn't pretty. I still get a shiver when I walk down that aisle in Sainsburys. Slaughter house story reigns supreme though. Condolences/ |
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