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better than working in a nursery where kids keep dying?
and had no job and very little money, i spent three days working in a lightbulb factory, testing UV strip lights with a charger thing that smelt of burning. they offered me more shifts, but i 'declined'.
as it's the only one I ever had...
So it's the best one too...
You hit one kid in the head with a tin of peas and you get fired?! What the hell is that about?
in a cake factory every summer holiday away from uni. The amount of rat droppings I had to clean up was worrying. They might not be chocolate chips in that muffin you might be eating.
implying they might be rat droppings.
Once I did temp work for some marketing company and spent a couple of weeks entering amounts of beer stocked in various supermarkets across the country.
It was a bit boring.
my only job so far : (
I got up at 6 every morning and cycled about a mile up a hill. I did this for a year and when I quit the woman at the shop just said "ok, bye".
£10 a week. Shite.
That was my worst job- being Derek AND Clive
Call Centre work probably
Alldays convenience store. When I signed up for part time work the manager obviously thought that meant "10-hour shift 7 days a week". Responsibilities involved ejected crackheads trying to bring back perishable items and magazines for cash refunds and arguing with old ladies who invariably asked to "see the manager" over trivial issues. There was also stacking 1.5L bottles of soft drink on shelves - which doesn't sound too bad until you take into account the aggregate effect of hundreds of 1.5L bottles a day on one's spine. It was not good.
Then there was the in-store background music system. This consisted of a single 4 hour long tape of casio-keyboard approximations of 80s and early 90s pop music played over the speaker system in every part of the shop WITHOUT END. And since my shifts were generally over twice the length of the tape, you ended up hearing every 'song' more than once. It goes without saying that within about 3 hours you were ready to kill someone. Anyone.
That was my worst job.
oh and doing washing up at a party, with only a bucket of cold water, dressed as a pirate with full make up.
that was a wack job.
catching blocks of dry ice that came out of a chute then putting them on a conveyor belt, wearing really smelly gloves that had obviously been worn by 1000s before me, on a 6pm-1am shift.
it involved lobsters, and jayne mansfield
in a garage. No-one told me what to do. And I had to wear a baseball cap :(
labelling toys all day in a room on my own
it was hell. I quit after a week.
working in a factory which laminated the pages of the argos catalogue for stores. I had to make sure pages 34-38 were in a nice straight line. I lasted a week during a summer holiday, and called the manager a cunt on the way out, and kicked a bin over.
AND the hours 5am to 1pm.
and the manager was a fucktard
on a tiny wooden table in a corridor where it was loud and basically shit. I had bags and bags full of pots saying L and R on them. I had to seperate out the Ls and the Rs.
I lasted four days before I walked. And by that time, I wanted to kill people.
decided I hated it and headbutted a ned to get sacked on my first night
at 16/17 I was a nightwatchman on remote building sites which took 90 minutes to get to. I started at 4.30pm and finished at 8am. To help pass the time I'd drop two acid and wander about wearing welders goggles and cutting things up on the table saw.
Fruit packing - grapes have the most disgusting smell when they're rotten and gone mushy. Truly vile, and the smell didn't come off for days - and the amount of food that was "good" that got dumped was embarrassing.
As for dull and repetitive - repacking CDs - putting the inlay cards and CDs in nice shiny cases to be re-sent to record stores, just cos the original box has a sticker mark or a scratch on it. Gah. 9 hours of doing that over and over and over, with someone watching over your shoulder to make sure you didn't steal any, and that you were doing at least like 300 a day. Shit. Money was good though.
.. I had to go to domestic violence situations and witness what had happened so I could go to court and say what I saw.
Also I was a traffic warden up at the dome when and nearly got run over a few time by bored housewives picking up their canary wharf husbands..