Shitty Job
As a weekend job I was employed by a luxurious, highly star'd hotel up in the Lake District. I was a cleaner, it was the worst job Iv ever had, slave labour for shite all money. I would merrily harp on about my plight all day if I could.

Anywho, the chefs that were employed at this gaff could only be discribed as absoloutely fucking disgusting. There were two main ones

A girl/woman/fuck knows what. She never washed and she had nits. We had to get a special bus to the hotel, and this thing was sat in front of myself and a fellow collegue. The smell from this person was so bad the girl I was with was sick in the bus.

The other one was a guy who was morbidly obese, the bus sunk to one side when he got on.. He used to sweat into the food.

The first few times I saw them preparing the food in the kitchen I felt pity for the guests. Then as time went on I realised that the majority of people that stayed there were stuck up cunts and they deserved to be dining on headlice and bodily juices.

In the end I saw it as a form of revenge for me having to get up at 6.30 every sat/sun and manhandle semen stained sheets for nearly a year.

That and myself hoovering up the odd bit of underwear every now and then. Bastards.
(i should have joined myspace, Mon 22 Sep 2008, 16:43, 2 replies)

what did you expect from a job cleaning in a hotel?
to be able to swan about all day, merrily swishing your feather duster at things?

you delighted in seeing the above as a form of revenge for you having to do your plainly not-that-pleasant job?

by all means tell the story, but you sound like a twat when you complain about the job. if you don't like it don't fucking do it.
(The Stalker's Stalker For all your stalking needs, Mon 22 Sep 2008, 17:32, closed)

Well..
I can't say I was highly employable a 15 and I wasn't prepared to give it up when I had nothing else to go to.

And I can't say I took delight in the situation but I had nearly an 11 hour day providing a service where the majority of people were pompus, stuck up, self-richous twats with no respect for anything but themseves and their money and themselves.

So apologies for finding something that cheered me up a bit but when you're wiping pubic hair out of a bath at 8 in the morning life seems pretty grim.
(i should have joined myspace, Mon 22 Sep 2008, 17:53, closed)