The job-costing mistake of being a twat
When I was a kid, having just left school and on the ‘Rock & Roll’, I got a temp job in a car parts warehouse.

This job was fucking brilliant – the union truly had a firm, tight grip of the company’s bollocks (it was the good old days). We were fantastically paid, and my whole day’s targets could be achieved by 9am (I started at 8am). The rest of my day would be spent reading the p0rn in the toilets or playing my gameboy (I set up a league with my supervisors ffs). Our lunch times were at the nearby pub and every day we would all march down there and try to down as much as we could in the half hour we were given.

Life was good. I wanted to stay there for ever.

The problem was, It was just temping. 3 months here, then off for 3-4 months – then back on again. Sometimes the contract would be extended, but when it wasn’t, I always had to take miserable shit-brick jobs inbetween that I hated. Every time we were there, there would be talk of taking us on permanently (there was about 10 of us doing this). We worked our arses off to make a good impression, then hoped and prayed…and it never materialised. After about 3 years of this, I gave up trying and decided to devote my working day to full-time taking the piss.

We started a new temp contract, but this time with about 5 new guys in too. They grafted, the rest of us ‘experienced’ temps dicked about doing cock-diddley all. Turning up late and hungover, stupid notes stuck on people's backs, wrapping people up in bubblewrap and putting them in pallets 30ft up in the air. 30 minutes in the pub? My sweaty arse – call it 2 hours. Taking 2 or 3 newspapers in because one wasn’t enough? No problem. Going into work pissed and falling out of forklift trucks – brilliant. Who cares? The union always stepped in to stop us getting sacked – we had it sussed. The rumours started about the permanent contracts and we mocked the newbies and their new found motivation. We didn’t listen – we’d heard it all before.

What we didn’t hear is that the company interviewed then promptly gave permanent jobs to the 5 new jammy bastards who were on their first 3 month stint – leaving us to get to fuck, never to be invited back. Cunts.

So a couple of month’s fucktwattery cost me an easy job with great people and possibly an entire lifetime of salary at quite phenomenal rates.

Despite the fact Karma has since stepped in and I realise my life would be totally different now if I had got the job back then, but I can't help but think about those times...Was it luck? Or my most expensive mistake?
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