Smells ...As a stoodent I worked in a snack factory in a constant smog of grease carrying bags of flavouring about. I still smell of worcester sauce flavour crisps 15 years later.
I later (still as a stoodent) worked in an old folks home fitting colostomy bags and catheters and cleaning up human 'motions' from all manner of surfaces (an electric wheelchair being the trickiest).
But the best/worst was working in a [insert politically correct term for mental asylum] and having to dissuade an octogenarian nymphomaniac from attempting to felate an equally spritely sociopath in the communal dining room. He gave me a hell of a punch for a man of his years ... and in retrospect he probably had a point.
(I later (still as a stoodent) worked in an old folks home fitting colostomy bags and catheters and cleaning up human 'motions' from all manner of surfaces (an electric wheelchair being the trickiest).
But the best/worst was working in a [insert politically correct term for mental asylum] and having to dissuade an octogenarian nymphomaniac from attempting to felate an equally spritely sociopath in the communal dining room. He gave me a hell of a punch for a man of his years ... and in retrospect he probably had a point.
Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 16:47,
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