Working in a Quarry
May sound like hard work, but not if you're the monkey sat behind the desk issuing pickup tickets to the HGV drivers!

Work would start at 6am, opening up the office and manning a small, ancient computer, that was hooked up to a large, even more ancient printer. A queue of HGC drivers would be out of the tiny little cabin, stinking of coffee, fags, and shuffling their knuckles along the floor in the pre-dawn gloom, patiently queuing for their little bit of paper. I would glance up at the driver, take the registration, type it into the machine, and print off a delivery ticket. They would leave, and I wouldn't see them again til the next day.

Once the mad rush of the 6AM pickup was done, (which would last maybe an hour), there was literally nothing to do until the mad rush at closing time (again, barely an hours work). I would sit, with my feet on the desk, reading every epic paperback I could get my hands on. Smoking idly and drinking coffee, popping out to Maccy D's for lunch, or the local burger van. I got paid £7 an hour, 10hrs a day, 5 days a week, for reading books. A brilliant, brilliant summer.
(Ragathi wants to know where his evil twin is on, Sun 12 Sep 2010, 11:02, Reply)