Basically slaves
I used to work on a production line.It was a crap job , monotonous to the point of eye clawing. I spent all day fitting parts of the "product" together, then doing it about two hundred times again.

Now, the owner of the company was an absolute arse.A huge blubbering mass of booze drinking, pie scoffing , unfashionable (had a serious affliation with the colour red bordering on madness),unfunny git i've ever had the pleasure of working for.His laugh was constant and incredibly annoying, he insisted on practising it on the employees before meeting clients.He treated all the staff like they were constantly below him , calling us "the little people" and forcing us to wear ridiculous uniforms.

He was also a terrible buisnessman.The product had to be shipped to a ridiclous deadline so we all had to work long hours sometimes well into the night.We never got holidays off (christmas eve was a nightmare). Then when the product was finally shipped it was so worthless he was practically giving it away.

At the time i would have loved to get another job but this job was abroad and the only other thing i've been good at was making shoes (i know it's an odd skill to have).
The company went under years ago and he now works in a shopping center doing seasonal work.

Thanks for letting me vent my hatred of the so called Mr Claus.

Length? Oh about as long as it takes for him to fly around the world visting all the little kids, bloody pedophile.
(shake'n'bake Tally Ho, Biatch!, Fri 11 Jun 2010, 0:09, 1 reply)

had me until the christmas eve bit

( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 11 Jun 2010, 0:41, closed)