not icky - in fact, not that bad, but my worst job was...manual mail sorting... doesn't sound that horrible, but we are talking serious mind numbing - what was worse though was you actually had to think - you couldn't just veg out. You had to know all the postcodes and place names (in Australia) - ask the person next to you as a first backup - refer to the book as a last resort.
Supervisors were a bunch of drunken, filthy old fossils. Workmates were a bunch of the wierdest misfits you've ever come across.
S'pose it was a bit of a parf really... I lasted 6 months.
(Supervisors were a bunch of drunken, filthy old fossils. Workmates were a bunch of the wierdest misfits you've ever come across.
S'pose it was a bit of a parf really... I lasted 6 months.
woowoowoo,
Tue 11 Nov 2003, 9:16,
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