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» Restaurants, Kitchens and Bars... Oh my!
When I was 14...
... I had a job in the washing up bit of the kitchen at the R*****ffe Hotel, Paignton. Anyhoo anyone who has been lucky enough to get a job in the dizzy heights of 'automated dishwashing maintenance' will know that this job entails loading crate after crate of dishes/cutlery into a huge dishwasher, burning your hands considerably, getting them covered in shit...then doing it again and again for 6 hours until you've spilt enough shit on your shoes to make a hush puppy cry.
And you have to talk to dickhead silver service waiters.
Luckily, through the tedium...i made a friend...though i forget his name. I was dutifuly informed however, that he was mentally unstable...and obsessed with jason donovan and kylie minogues wedding in neighbours. He would grunt things under his breath and never really talk to me except to call the head waiter a 'cunt'...i would laugh...if only to avoid death.
He then one day proceeded to (in the middle of a rediculously busy shift) literally scream the alphabet at every member of kitchen staff from the washing up section which was raised above the rest of the kitchen like a stage. He looked like a little mental sesame street hitler.
Thenlater on one of the old spanish waiters whispered in my ear that he wanted me to 'lick his dick'.
This was the day that i quit (while still in my two week 'trial' period) and vowed never to work with food ever again.
or mental people.
or spaniards.
apologies for length!
(Fri 21st Jul 2006, 12:17, More)
When I was 14...
... I had a job in the washing up bit of the kitchen at the R*****ffe Hotel, Paignton. Anyhoo anyone who has been lucky enough to get a job in the dizzy heights of 'automated dishwashing maintenance' will know that this job entails loading crate after crate of dishes/cutlery into a huge dishwasher, burning your hands considerably, getting them covered in shit...then doing it again and again for 6 hours until you've spilt enough shit on your shoes to make a hush puppy cry.
And you have to talk to dickhead silver service waiters.
Luckily, through the tedium...i made a friend...though i forget his name. I was dutifuly informed however, that he was mentally unstable...and obsessed with jason donovan and kylie minogues wedding in neighbours. He would grunt things under his breath and never really talk to me except to call the head waiter a 'cunt'...i would laugh...if only to avoid death.
He then one day proceeded to (in the middle of a rediculously busy shift) literally scream the alphabet at every member of kitchen staff from the washing up section which was raised above the rest of the kitchen like a stage. He looked like a little mental sesame street hitler.
Thenlater on one of the old spanish waiters whispered in my ear that he wanted me to 'lick his dick'.
This was the day that i quit (while still in my two week 'trial' period) and vowed never to work with food ever again.
or mental people.
or spaniards.
apologies for length!
(Fri 21st Jul 2006, 12:17, More)
» I hurt my rude bits
New balls please...
The most pain i have ever experienced in my life was playing tennis with my mates - dan and danny. thats right. I was taking the piss out of dan's serve cause we were all a bit shit - so he goes for an ace but hits me square in the nads. I'm talking bulls-eye flick-o-rama - a bit like that thing rocky punches about a million times in those montages. Picture that but without sly stallone and include a big scrote (if there's a difference). Cue me rolling around on the floor thinking i was gonna pass out.
(Tue 18th Jul 2006, 12:17, More)
New balls please...
The most pain i have ever experienced in my life was playing tennis with my mates - dan and danny. thats right. I was taking the piss out of dan's serve cause we were all a bit shit - so he goes for an ace but hits me square in the nads. I'm talking bulls-eye flick-o-rama - a bit like that thing rocky punches about a million times in those montages. Picture that but without sly stallone and include a big scrote (if there's a difference). Cue me rolling around on the floor thinking i was gonna pass out.
(Tue 18th Jul 2006, 12:17, More)
» Sleepwalking
Once got up...
...walked across my bedroom floor, and proceeded to take the longest piss of my life over an epiphone les paul and about a years worth of guitar magazines stacked neatly in a pile next to it. Naturally I knew nothing of it until the next morning.
However, Guthrie Govan's lessons are so damn useful...I still use those magazines in all their crinkly glory. The Les Paul? My dad uses it sometimes. I never cleaned it.
(Thu 30th Aug 2007, 14:25, More)
Once got up...
...walked across my bedroom floor, and proceeded to take the longest piss of my life over an epiphone les paul and about a years worth of guitar magazines stacked neatly in a pile next to it. Naturally I knew nothing of it until the next morning.
However, Guthrie Govan's lessons are so damn useful...I still use those magazines in all their crinkly glory. The Les Paul? My dad uses it sometimes. I never cleaned it.
(Thu 30th Aug 2007, 14:25, More)