Injection moulding II
Having read a couple of tales of injection moulding employment, I am now officially fucked off. I, too, worked in an injection moulding factory during summer hols. However, I didn't even have the distraction of having to press a fucking button. Nothing that exciting happened. My job insisted of smoking fags, drinking vending machine coffee and occasionally trimming off furry burrs (fnarr, fweep) from whatever plastic shite was being turned out, while listening to local radio.

Highlight of my time there was when 'we' made those colour change spoons that were given away with every box of Cheerios or Weetabix, or similar. I even worked overtime on that bad boy. Oh yes.

Easy job, but mind numbingly boring. Felt sorry for the permanent staff there. Job prospects included getting trained on how to use the electric weighing scales.
(Tighthead, Fri 10 Sep 2010, 14:13, 3 replies)

permanent staff
I felt sorry for the people there too, one guy had been there for 7 years after moving from India, I was surpised that he'd not gone on a killing rampage after that amount of time.
( flapmeister knows where your mum lives, Fri 10 Sep 2010, 14:47, closed)

7 years?
Lightweight! We had a guy who had been a forklift driver for 40.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Fri 10 Sep 2010, 16:11, closed)

You made
Spooky Spoons!?!?!?!?

Respect.
(Woodlouse say it with flowers. Send her a Triffid, Fri 10 Sep 2010, 16:48, closed)