Two of the easiest jobs I've done
1) The first involved working in a warehouse as a temp. As I was an unskilled (read: Couldn't legally drive the forklift trucks) lanky streak of piss, my job consisted of being partnered with a forklift truck driver and following his instructions for the day. However, this being in Swindon, half of them spoke only Polish and a quarter of them a mix of Polish and highly broken English, which made the job interesting as I spent half the time trying to guess what they were saying. The ones I could understand were awesome though, as they actively encouraged me to doss around, in exchange for a limitless supply of tea on the breaks.

I think I got paid £90 for about half an hours worth of actual work over the course of two days. The rest of the time, I spent nattering away to the few that could understand me, and occasionally dodging falling pallets from high above. Good times.

2) The other easy job I've had was acting as a virtual PR consultant/general dogsbody for a very small (read: two people) maternity clothing company (part of my uni degree, I had to go get a job for a month and a half in an industry that the uni arranged for me), which is amusing when you consider that I was 21 years old and male at the time (still am male, for that matter).

My boss was early to mid-thirties, female, fit as fuck I believe the term is, and as this was the height of summer, spent most of her time in short shorts, showing off her amazing legs. I spent 75% of my time surfing Twitter, Blogspot and Facebook, managing them. The other 25% of the time was spent writing articles for the website and local newspaper about how awesome we were, making tea, posting parcels, and perving on my boss. As we were an online business, the dress code was ridiculously relaxed, and the days I wasn't required in the office, I spent lazing in bed on my laptop, often stark naked, just for shits and giggles and for the ability to say that yes, I was at work naked.

I could do whatever I liked as long as the FaceyB, blog and Twitter pages were updated with the daily stuff, and didn't fuck up. Which was almost never, and if any of them did go down, it was usually the rest of the site going down too, like if the FaceyB group fucked up, the rest of FaceyB would be fucked up. So it was a case of wait for it all to come back up again, which usually meant getting another cuppa for me and the boss and the other worker, and watch YouTube videos until it came back up.

I managed to win an award for the company at the Prima Baby Fashion Awards for my efforts, despite not actually wearing pants a full quarter of the time that I was working there. I'm pretty sure that's fucked up somehow, but it was awesome.

Apologies for length, the boss said I was good.
(Ghost Atreides enjoying incontestable health benefits on, Sat 11 Sep 2010, 1:46, 2 replies)

What the fuck made you leave the second job?
And can I have it?
(CactusZack Shaved his coin purse on, Sat 11 Sep 2010, 4:25, closed)

It was part of my uni degree
As I've now finished uni and moved back to shitty Swindon, I couldn't really carry on the job as I was required to be in the office at some times. Otherwise I'd've attempted to carry on from Swindon and carried on being pantsless.

And no, you can't have my old job, I'll fight ya for it.
(Ghost Atreides enjoying incontestable health benefits on, Sat 11 Sep 2010, 15:12, closed)