When I was 16 (gawd!), I used to work in a Roof tile factory. My job was to stand by a conveyor belt and put a rooftile on top of the one behind. After 6 weeks of that, my right arm was too muscley to fit in my shirt sleeve (the tiles were heavy!)...my left arm was it's normal weedy self.
After a few weeks, I learned (as you do), that the buggers stacking them outside were on 50p an hour more than me...so now and then I used to stack them at a slight angle. This had a number of benefits...the first was I could hear the crashing of tiles, through the window, as they lost their grip and dropped them (along with loud curses), the second was the fact they had to stop the conveyor to clean up, earning me a nice little break.
Of course, being 16, the foreman didn't waste his breath lecturing me (it's remarkably easy to act dopey at that age). He just yelled "CUNT" at me from the other end of the conveyor. That was oddly satisfying too
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by SoWat: >>In my part time job I learn how to rub chickens ;/
Are these like, live ones that you have to soothe/excite?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
No, I have to rub stiff ones in BBQ powder then impale their already dead corpse through the arse and out a hole where their head used to be.
Ouch.... Rubbing Chickens, Took me about 5 mins to stop laughing from that one. I used to sell screws and nails over a hardware counter!! which sucked alot, now I'm a Network Administrator for a Lawyers in Jersey. Lots of Women, more money and less Tax.
lol, good job I don't take you seriously... Or I'd have to come and chop your phone line up (parkes is already planning to do this though... watch out).
I used to work in B&Q where naturally you're expected - as a fully-trained (not) shop floor assistant - to be a professional plumber, builder, painter, surveyor, mechanic and general DIY expert.
Thankfully I never had to work on Wednesdays, which is "Over 60's" day - wherein all the elderly folk come in to spend their "10p off a bag of nails" vouchers and sit on the garden furniture for 6 hours..
When I left the roof tile factory (as above), I had a scoop of black dye powder shoved down my Y-Fronts.
We used to use a whole scoop for 2 thousand rooftiles...so this was powerful stuff.
Naturally, there were no showers in this place, so I had to kneel with my, as yet unused, dangly bits under a tap...trying to wash the feckin' stuff off.
I mentioned the unused bit, because I was going out on a third date with my girlfriend. Of course, as it was a third date, I was expecting her to come across with the goods (I'd finally get to use that condom I'd been hoarding since I bought it with my first pay packet).
Needless to say I was still a virgin the next day, though it had nothing to do with the powder (which took 4 days to disappear completely).
My girlfriend did eventually come up with the goods though...and almost 25 years later, she still does
[This message has been edited by SoWat (edited 04 June 2000).]
well as a sysadmin type job I get all an sundry telling me that "the network is shite", "wtf is going on", "my f'in 'puter don't work" etc etc etc.. which is shite..
But then there are the ladies that need some extra tuition on how to turn things on and sometimes they want to spend a bit of time defragin my hard disk!
I have a good job nowadays: ABN AMRO Information Technologies Division (Assigned to Interfirst, Ann Arbor Michigan)!!! Ever so sweet!!!
Years ago I worked for a McDonalds in a Detroit suburb... Not sweet. Anyone here ever work in fast food??? How pathetic the managers are! It's like "No!!! The mustard goes on AFTER the ketchup!!! Keep it up George and you'll never get off the grill!". As if Mick Dee's is the only place to buy a hamburger.
We once had some chump take a huge crap in one of the toilets... Of course, the manager asked me (of all people) to clean it up. This guy must have tried to aim for the toilet standing up! Crap everywhere! Nasty. I told the manager to "Kiss my ass! You clean it up! You clowns pay me $4.50 an hour to flip burgers, not clean up shit!"
I was fired after that. No matter, I managed to get a few laughs from it anyways... We had put chocolate laxitives in the hot fudge... That's probably why it happened in the first place.
About 25 miles west of Detroit, Michigan (tha' home of Techno!) in Ypsilanti (pronounces ip-si-lan-tee). Nice city, very quiet (except on the south end of town... too many hooligans running about). I work in neighboring Ann Arbor.
It's pretty nice here. Good job market, cost of living is a bit high since there's 2 major universities and 3 colleges within the 2 cities. Not much night life. Nobody cares though, Detroit is only 20 min away and they have great clubs.
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