Desperate Times
Stranded in a hotel in an African war zone with no internet access for two weeks, I was forced to resort to desperate measures. Possessing only my passport and the clothes I stood up in; and the warning "You can catch it shaking hands with a vicar out there" ringing in my ears, I had to draw my own porn in order to preserve my sanity.
Alas, it all came out looking like Coronation Street's Audrey Roberts, but, as they say, any port in a storm.
What have you done in times of great desperation?
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 10:10)
Stranded in a hotel in an African war zone with no internet access for two weeks, I was forced to resort to desperate measures. Possessing only my passport and the clothes I stood up in; and the warning "You can catch it shaking hands with a vicar out there" ringing in my ears, I had to draw my own porn in order to preserve my sanity.
Alas, it all came out looking like Coronation Street's Audrey Roberts, but, as they say, any port in a storm.
What have you done in times of great desperation?
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 10:10)
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Desperate for work
1990, and fresh out of college after 3 years of studying graphic design. I want to work. Two weeks of being on Income Support, and I had already decided I couldn't live like that. I needed to make some decent money, and I didn't care how.
So I took a temporary, 2 week stint working back shifts in a factory. Packing ladies sanitary protection.
Still, £250 a week in 1990 was not to be sniffed at. I suppose you could call it blood money...
I'll get me coat...
( , Fri 16 Nov 2007, 11:48, 4 replies)
1990, and fresh out of college after 3 years of studying graphic design. I want to work. Two weeks of being on Income Support, and I had already decided I couldn't live like that. I needed to make some decent money, and I didn't care how.
So I took a temporary, 2 week stint working back shifts in a factory. Packing ladies sanitary protection.
Still, £250 a week in 1990 was not to be sniffed at. I suppose you could call it blood money...
I'll get me coat...
( , Fri 16 Nov 2007, 11:48, 4 replies)
Could have been worse
It might have been in a confectionery factory, packing fudge...
( , Fri 16 Nov 2007, 11:54, closed)
It might have been in a confectionery factory, packing fudge...
( , Fri 16 Nov 2007, 11:54, closed)
Funnily enough...
In my days as a jobcentre monkey, and before all this touch screen technology, we had a job placed on our vacancy boards from a confectionary company, requiring fudge packers...
Oh, how we laughed. No one asked about it, which was odd.
( , Fri 16 Nov 2007, 12:05, closed)
In my days as a jobcentre monkey, and before all this touch screen technology, we had a job placed on our vacancy boards from a confectionary company, requiring fudge packers...
Oh, how we laughed. No one asked about it, which was odd.
( , Fri 16 Nov 2007, 12:05, closed)
Honestly
I worked in a warehouse that distributed fanny pads all over the North-East.
But only for a short period.
%1000 true.
Cheers
( , Fri 16 Nov 2007, 16:07, closed)
I worked in a warehouse that distributed fanny pads all over the North-East.
But only for a short period.
%1000 true.
Cheers
( , Fri 16 Nov 2007, 16:07, closed)
Hi Legless
It wasn't Sancella by any chance was it? And about 5 days..?
Maybe it's just me, but I find the fact that the factory in question is now one of those kiddy-adventure indoor play areas just a tad disturbing...
( , Fri 16 Nov 2007, 16:31, closed)
It wasn't Sancella by any chance was it? And about 5 days..?
Maybe it's just me, but I find the fact that the factory in question is now one of those kiddy-adventure indoor play areas just a tad disturbing...
( , Fri 16 Nov 2007, 16:31, closed)
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