My worst job ever...... has no gore or amusing stories, but, one summer term during secondary school - my dad MADE me get a job, and took the liberty of getting me one - working the night shift making industrial air conditioning units 10 million fucking miles away from my house in some dodgy industrial estate where tramps and the occasional rude boy (you know the type - the 'init' in their outrageous golf GTA) used to hang out.
My first night was on my birthday, so no going out smoking pot with my mates on the common, no, no, no, I had to cycle on my shitty bike, being verbally abused by rude boys passing me by in their outrageous cars to this hole in the middle of no where, I turned up at about 9pm with three other kiddies, and started away, riveting galvanized panels together – and these bastard panels were very fucking sharp – freshly cut – just begging for some cunt to rip open their hand – low and behold, during my time there, I think about 2 kiddies were rushed off to hospital with half their hand hanging off – nasty shit.
I quit about 2 weeks later when I earned about 700 quid – I subsequently went to my dealer and blew the lot on pot… was worth it.
(My first night was on my birthday, so no going out smoking pot with my mates on the common, no, no, no, I had to cycle on my shitty bike, being verbally abused by rude boys passing me by in their outrageous cars to this hole in the middle of no where, I turned up at about 9pm with three other kiddies, and started away, riveting galvanized panels together – and these bastard panels were very fucking sharp – freshly cut – just begging for some cunt to rip open their hand – low and behold, during my time there, I think about 2 kiddies were rushed off to hospital with half their hand hanging off – nasty shit.
I quit about 2 weeks later when I earned about 700 quid – I subsequently went to my dealer and blew the lot on pot… was worth it.
JamboM,
Tue 11 Nov 2003, 12:19,
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Recycling will save the earthUsed to have a job sorting broken glass on a conveyer belt, so that the 'good' recyclable glass didn't get mixed up with the 'bad' glass from beer glasses and crockery and such. What a bunch of shit that was.This was after the glass had been broken, so no joy to be had smashing bottles either.
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Tue 11 Nov 2003, 12:29,
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