Definitely the worst job ever seenI worked with a mate of mine, landscaping the garden, for his Dad, during a summer holiday, and he 'won' a job at a local shoe factory. Over the Bank Holiday weekend, the water tank had fallen from the roof, 60 feet into the basement and water had been pouring in. Today was Wednesday, so it had nearly five days of pissing everywhere. I was selected by my mates Dad, between the two of us, to clear the basement!
The basement was a place where they stored useless shite, but they were obviously readying a large insurance claim, so they wanted the maximum damage assessment. Unfortunately the basement was still under 4 feet of water. They got me some waders and I started the worst two days of my life. Obviously there was no power, so no lights or heating and everything had begun rotting several days earlier. (It was a heatwave at the time).
Also the only entrance to the basement was a set of old wooden stairs and then it was a 100m to the far end through a narrow corridor. You had to feel your way along the walls, which would have been easy if not for the rat shit and various other detritus.
After two days of 8am til 6pm, breathing in rotting cardboard and paper, emptying the entire basement of several tonnes of crap, I got my bonus. £25 instead of £20 for the two days.
Never, ever again. Not even for a million quid!! I still can't look my mate's Dad in the eye, cheeky bastard.
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The basement was a place where they stored useless shite, but they were obviously readying a large insurance claim, so they wanted the maximum damage assessment. Unfortunately the basement was still under 4 feet of water. They got me some waders and I started the worst two days of my life. Obviously there was no power, so no lights or heating and everything had begun rotting several days earlier. (It was a heatwave at the time).
Also the only entrance to the basement was a set of old wooden stairs and then it was a 100m to the far end through a narrow corridor. You had to feel your way along the walls, which would have been easy if not for the rat shit and various other detritus.
After two days of 8am til 6pm, breathing in rotting cardboard and paper, emptying the entire basement of several tonnes of crap, I got my bonus. £25 instead of £20 for the two days.
Never, ever again. Not even for a million quid!! I still can't look my mate's Dad in the eye, cheeky bastard.