My First Job...
..was operating a Rollercoaster at the end of a pier in a well known british seaside resort; I worked in a team of two - one of us took the money in a little hut while the other stood up on the platform (where the kids boarded and disembarked the rollercoaster) operating it. We had to run it ALL of the time, regardless of whether anyone was on it or not, as I guess no one is attracted by a stationary rollercoaster.

So in the quiet evenings we developed a way of passing the time - as the rollercoaster would pass through the platform, we'd run alongside it and jump on quickly for a few laps. This left no one operating it, which as you can imagine was a health & safety disaster waiting to happen. Still, never got caught and never got killed so it can't be that bad.

Nowadays I just fill my 'spare' work time browsing crappy websites and dreaming about Euromillions.
(mcnelson, Thu 8 Jan 2009, 13:22, 3 replies)

Winner!
Well done you... Id never be bored if I could ride a runaway rollercoaster all day!!!! I bet jumping off again was fun!
(aroe_m0rre, Thu 8 Jan 2009, 15:51, closed)

But how the fuck did you stop it and get off again?

( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Sat 10 Jan 2009, 3:53, closed)

Was it Blackpool?
:)

I really hope I was riding that day. See, I live in Oz and that would really help my childish recollections of a trip to the motherland overcome a lately-realised notion of chav-tasticness attached to the place upon closer inspection of British culture in my adult years.

My cynical, twisted, adult self would happily embrace this new image of the Toweréd town by the sea as a hedonistic world of young-adult recklessness and subversion of authority.

*scuse stoned-ness*
(Angie the Redneck Wonder, Mon 12 Jan 2009, 8:56, closed)