a few years back
I worked as a car park attendant at a famous set of showcaves in somerset as a school holidays job. It was dull, crap and I hated the people who worked there. I was also a raging hormoned teenager and there wasn't EVER any eye candy to keep me entertained. just crappy families. Sigh. The boss, 60 something, was boring, worryingly pervy and seemed rather... gay. He'd been working there for years and years and thought there was an art to parking cars (never before have I seen so many people (about 4 -5 of us) employed to park people in a MARKED car park). I'd spend most of my time fiddling with the walkie talkie and doing as little as possible, usually involving obtaining a nice sun tan.

Because of this man's obsession with the 'art of parking', I used to take great pleasure in doing things in a different order to him; every set of bays had to fill out in the 'correct' order, so I'd purposefully fill them out in a different order, to the point that one day I 'created' extra bays on the end of a line of bays, forcing any coach that came in to have to squeeze by VERY carefully. Following this, of course, visitors started inventing more bays when we weren't looking, to correspond with what I had already made. In the end it was just a total mess. Amazing.

On very busy days (sometimes huge sunny days, sometimes EXTREMELY wet days) we'd have to fill out parking in the field, which usually involved quite a bit of improvised tesselating of cars. I would, of course, invent parking patterns that totally and utterly confused cars coming in.

Follow all this by our other job being picking litter and sorting out the bins, which our boss religiously insisted had to be done perfectly. I would, when leaf sweeping, cut as many corners as possible. It's amazing how many leaves you can just brush really hard and watch them fly away in the wind. Safe.

Finishing off, I used to ask 'why' everytime he asked me to do anything that I thought was pointless and then argue that he was wrong. Needless to say, I was 'let go' early, due to 'budget cuts'. A week later I was doing freelance web development work and earning a hell of a lot more than I ever earnt there. Tadaaaaaaaa.

ALSO: We weren't allowed to wear sunhats, even in the blistering heat. We could wear crappy jeans etc, to match our bright yellow shirts, but sunhats were NOT allowed. I never quite worked out why.
( FinestLittleSpace, Thu 12 May 2005, 11:14, Reply)