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When i finished my gcses, i ended up at a hospital laundry. This is, worse than it sounds. The old witch that ran the place hated my guts from the get go as i was a 'student' and didnt mind telling me so. Ther rest of the work force were the most soul destroyed, bedraggled, run down bunch you could ever clap eyes on. The temparature was sub tropical, and the machinery archaic. When i complained the metal trolleys they used to dump dried blankets were giving me the worst electric shocks ever the head bitch moved me to 'the top of the line'. This involved getting trolleys off trucks full of bags of hospital laundry. Catheters, shit, piss, blood, puke, syringes, afterbirth etc fresh from the 'source'. When i asked for some gloves and a white coat she just cackled. The bloke who was round the corner from me for some reason felt his job was threatened by me and came round to crash a ciggy off me. I chatted to him for a bit. Half an hour later i got a mighty bollocking off the head bitch for smoking. That cunt had grassed me up. I left within the next couple of minutes.
(balboa, Tue 21 Feb 2006, 13:51, Reply)