[Irish Voice] Sure enough boy you did good!Now it's time to BURN them! BURN them GOOD!
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Mon 10 Nov 2003, 21:34,
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"glass collector"the worst job I have ever had was as a supposed glass collector.. but really that title may aswell have just been "the boy that does all the work". as many of you may know, working with the general public can be bloody annoying, working with a drunk general public is pure hell. To give you an idea of the type of establishment it was, imagine the scene, in a small market town in the north of england.. was a single "club" for want of a better word. which attracted everyone from the local areas on a night out.. from the pre 18's growing as much stubble as possible, too the 50 year olds who should know better... so overall quite a lame place. now it cost £5 of your english pounds to get into this club... cheap you might say... and yes you would be right... the thing is... I didnt work there... I worked at a pub nearby that managed to get a late licence, this place charged a pound to get it, which was re-deemable with the purchase of a drink at the bar... so you can imagine the average customer... it was hell... drunken scum of the earth babbling incoherently.. old women beckoning me over too them only to fill me with horror by cackling "ooooooh are you sweaty love?"... luckly I was only doing it for a few weeks to get some cash together before heading off to uni... but when it came to my final week I began to realise that they thought I was staying for good (there was a guy who did the same job as me in the pub who had been there 12 years) So nearing my last few shifts... I went to speak with my boss and cunningly said "just to remind you that I will be leaving for uni in a week" to which she replied "Oh... err right then" on my last shift I was grinning from ear to ear doing my job with a sense of bliss in my heart that it was my final night... too which one of the employees (who didnt realise I was leaving) picked up on and began to give me a speech about how I had been accepted into the "family" hehe "you started off a bit shakey but you are doing really well now" etc etc... after the customary bottle of becks at the end of the night I left the pub without the majority of the staff realising it was my last night... I was a happy man
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Sat 15 Nov 2003, 1:34,
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A different meaning of Worst Job....About the worst job I've ever had is tech support for a fairly major home PC retailer. I knew a fair bit about computers when I signed up, went through a weeks' training (amazingly basic, a portent of things to come) and then saddled up for my first day.
Most of the calls were minor technical issues ( 'my PC can't see my Bluetooth printer ) etc etc. However, occasionally we would get a call from some family guy who had just spent £1200 on a PC for the family and obviously had absolutely no idea how to use it ('How do I write a letter to my mum?') Company policy obviously dictated we couldn't spend hours and hours teaching technovirgins how to use their systems. I'd often feel quite sad that they'd wasted so much money.
Still, the job paid well...
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Sun 16 Nov 2003, 18:01,
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Most of the calls were minor technical issues ( 'my PC can't see my Bluetooth printer ) etc etc. However, occasionally we would get a call from some family guy who had just spent £1200 on a PC for the family and obviously had absolutely no idea how to use it ('How do I write a letter to my mum?') Company policy obviously dictated we couldn't spend hours and hours teaching technovirgins how to use their systems. I'd often feel quite sad that they'd wasted so much money.
Still, the job paid well...