Health and safty anyone?
Work experience aye? Best way to teach kids that your life is going to be shit so just reach for the bottle.

At the age of 15, so around 4 years ago now, i got a placement in an office. I turn up on the first day and enquire as to just where my contact is, the morons at reception point me to anouther building, so I go to cross over the industrial estate to get to said building, only, there are many buildings, and i dont know which is the right one, and all the trucks in the north east decide to use the area as some sort of race track, makign the crossing VERY scary. I fianly manage to get to the building I'm ment to be at, ask anouther receptionist about my contact, im told, shes gone on holiday. Fucksocks!

So I wait about an hour, before some guy comes to get me and drive me to the first building i went in, and introduces me to the genetic throwbacks that make up the office. He hands me my first task, photo copy boy. Brill. Once I do that, I file all the papers in some stupid system, still using files, it was 2002 for god sake! Any way, after a couple of days of this, I get moved to work with a woman so intoxicatingly stupid I fear I may catch downs syndrome just by listening to her. I finaly work out what the office does, they investigate asbestos in local buildings. Great, I'm saving lives. Was great, untill I spent a day with asbestos samples on my desk, in little plastic zippy bags, that are poorly sealed. By this point I wanted to leave badly, but still, more files to be fileld so i get to work. By midday on my 4th day, they ran out of stuff for me to do, I spent 2 hours at a desk, staring blankly into space. My final day and I really cant take much more, I get to send a fax, which i didnt manage to do properly, first i dialed the phone number, then I send the whole 12 page document. Apparently "Fax this" just means the first page. We live and learn.

By 2pm, I was again, finnished evry last boring task the office had, so I decided to ask if I could go. I'm told I can, but I should talk to the guy who drove me to the hell hole in the first place. Great! Some money I thinks, even £10 would have done, just to show thanks for my tireless efforts to keep the files in order. What do I get? Nothing, he literly talked about how he hoped that it had been of some bennifit to me. I Said it had, still expecting money, unfortunatly, all he gave me was a hand shake and let me go ride the bus filled with old ladies and ugly people.

I still hate them, though I did learn somthing, DON'T WORK IN AN OFFICE!
(Mong goose, Mon 20 Feb 2006, 0:47, Reply)