I used to have a jobpacking chocolates, this varied from sticking
labels on snickers bars to arranging twilights in their boxes. It was a mindnumbingly boring job, 8-5, no talking, no smoking, no sitting down and a quarter of an hour dinner break. The 'supervisors' were 16 year old drop outs who thought they were shit hot and were the height of utter cuntishness. Everyone was fed up, especially with one assignment of sweets, mars celebrations, where we had to sort out each sort of miniature sweet into big boxes...shit I know. Now these mini sweets were ideal to pocket and eat in the loo and this theivery became a daily thing. Maltesers, bountys, mini mars and snickers, it was great until one day a group of us got searched by the spotty twats in charge. Emptying out our pockets revealed nearly a hundred empty sweet wrappers...we were sacked there and then and frogmarched in front of the other workers to apologise. Being sacked from the shittest job in the world was humiliating but knowing that the sanitary bins, cisterns and wall cavities in the toilets were full of empty wrappers put a satisfactory smug grin on my face for a few weeks afterwards.
(labels on snickers bars to arranging twilights in their boxes. It was a mindnumbingly boring job, 8-5, no talking, no smoking, no sitting down and a quarter of an hour dinner break. The 'supervisors' were 16 year old drop outs who thought they were shit hot and were the height of utter cuntishness. Everyone was fed up, especially with one assignment of sweets, mars celebrations, where we had to sort out each sort of miniature sweet into big boxes...shit I know. Now these mini sweets were ideal to pocket and eat in the loo and this theivery became a daily thing. Maltesers, bountys, mini mars and snickers, it was great until one day a group of us got searched by the spotty twats in charge. Emptying out our pockets revealed nearly a hundred empty sweet wrappers...we were sacked there and then and frogmarched in front of the other workers to apologise. Being sacked from the shittest job in the world was humiliating but knowing that the sanitary bins, cisterns and wall cavities in the toilets were full of empty wrappers put a satisfactory smug grin on my face for a few weeks afterwards.
Scary Mary The D'oh Fairy,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 16:42,
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Kibbutz Yiftah, Northern IsraelThe site of my worst job EVER. I worked out the back of a large kitchen which fed about 500 people each meal time, I was basically the kitchen gimp and they would give me any hideous, degrading job which no other fucker would do.
(1)Mincing the garlic. They used a lot of garlic. I personally fed a BATHTUB of garlic, mixed with oil, through a mincing machine and into buckets which were taken and frozen for future use. I stank of garlic for days. I had to throw away the clothes I was wearing.
(2)Cleaning the kitchen drains. With my hands. We are talking 5/6 months worth of dirt, peelings, entrails, the lot. All of which had been exposed to a middle eastern summer. Again, stank for days, threw the clothes away.
(3)Chicken collecting. This was the worst by far. The Kibbutz had big sheds where they would grow chickens. I mean grow, as they would ship in about 10,000 chicks, split them between 5 sheds, keep them in the dark and pump them full of hormones until they were fucking monster sized. Eventually these bastards would have to be collected, so at 3am me and a few others went down to the sheds (they are easier to catch at night, docile little shits). Basically the deal was this: in the dark pick up, by the legs, 3 chickens in one hand, 2 in the other and put into cage. Repeat. For hours. Again, clothes stank, threw 'em away. The worst bit (and honestly it was awful) was sometimes when you grabbed them by the legs you would feel the legs snap between your fingers... Jesus, I can remember that really clearly..
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Mon 10 Nov 2003, 17:08,
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(1)Mincing the garlic. They used a lot of garlic. I personally fed a BATHTUB of garlic, mixed with oil, through a mincing machine and into buckets which were taken and frozen for future use. I stank of garlic for days. I had to throw away the clothes I was wearing.
(2)Cleaning the kitchen drains. With my hands. We are talking 5/6 months worth of dirt, peelings, entrails, the lot. All of which had been exposed to a middle eastern summer. Again, stank for days, threw the clothes away.
(3)Chicken collecting. This was the worst by far. The Kibbutz had big sheds where they would grow chickens. I mean grow, as they would ship in about 10,000 chicks, split them between 5 sheds, keep them in the dark and pump them full of hormones until they were fucking monster sized. Eventually these bastards would have to be collected, so at 3am me and a few others went down to the sheds (they are easier to catch at night, docile little shits). Basically the deal was this: in the dark pick up, by the legs, 3 chickens in one hand, 2 in the other and put into cage. Repeat. For hours. Again, clothes stank, threw 'em away. The worst bit (and honestly it was awful) was sometimes when you grabbed them by the legs you would feel the legs snap between your fingers... Jesus, I can remember that really clearly..