Vitacress.
I was never really worked hard as a child - I had the usual paperound, but it took about fifteen minutes a day (if that) and I got a tenner a week from it. Apart from normal chorse and stuff, nothing exciting.

But...

I worked for Vitacress for one whole day when at sixth form. I don't like naming names, but that place is hell. I signed up througha temp agency, who after noting that I was particularly looking for office experience threw me into a salad factory.

For the first few hours of the day, I was a human conveyor belt, as one of the mechanical ones had broken down. Someone threw me a bag of salad, I caught it, and threw it on to someone else. Yay.

In the afternoon I was promoted to salad mixer or some such twaddle, which basically meant standing at a big table mixing everything up a bit.

The machines were so noisy that you couldn't hear anyone speak, and the background radio was all but pointless. The only entertainment all day was the constant "Hurrrrrrrrrn" of the machines.

There are worse jobs in the world, but the quitting moment came when I found out that by going through the agency I was being paid *half* of what I would be if I turned up at the door on the day and asked for some work.

The highlight was chatting to a posh bird over lunch who, after breaking her arm, was spending a week at each of some of the most unpalatable jobs - Vitacress, McDonalds, and suchlike. And that was the highlight.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Sat 18 Feb 2006, 17:35, Reply)