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Alt: Worst summer job you ever had?
(, Wed 4 May 2011, 14:57, 121 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
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unless you already know his real name.
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Saying that, my name is shared by about half the population of England it would seem.
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Not many Bart-Williams' in the UK either
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When they get around to it, I think I'll be on the credits of about 15 mags =D
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Congrats darling!
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Everything about your online persona is so unusual that I was hoping for a much dafter surname.
Congratulations though
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Thank you Noel. That was a hairy quarter of an hour or so, let me tell you.
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alt: i worked at a nursing home when i was 15 and it was sad and i cried almost every night
there was a woman in her 40s with alzheimers and her husband brought a basket with stuff and took her on a picnic for their anniversary and at the end of the day he had to leave and she just sat there crying and looking around and it was so fucking sad i still cry a bit when i think about it
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Now I feel really sad.
My Grandma-in-Law has dementia, she's completely lost it, just sits in the chair and smiles at everyone who walks past.
I don't want to go out like that, I want to go from rude health to dead as quickly as possible.
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Everyday that woman sat a table alone and cried looking so lost and scared, it was horrible
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Me and my dad joke that we'll stick my mum in there when she's gone totally doolally.
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when she gets sprung by a bunch of Corsican pirates and gets the band back together.
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She knows we'd pick the best damn home there is.
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early onset so she went downhill quite quickly. It was pretty grim visiting towards the end.
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not to put her in a home if that happens. The plus side is I guess, she'll have forgotten that
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I never had a summer job during school. I briefly worked on a pet stall in a market and hated it. I was shy and kept adding up the change wrong because I was flustered.
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Silver and Gold are common elements in Jewish-root surnames. A half-sibling is an "alloy" between two families. Can you see what I did there? The word-play, OH MY GOD THE WORD-PLAY.
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*re-reads*
Actually that IS funny.
Damn.
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This will probably explain a lot.
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No-one finds Chompy funny except Chompy
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Still no idea what your sig's about, although it makes me chuckle
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But the explanations and strident demands for recognition often are. He knows how to poke fun at himself, does Chompy. I can respect that. Not that you'd be the best placed to notice, I suppose.
The sig's from a Cracked.com article about the hardest movie characters, or something. Photo of a Seventies rogue cop kicking a door down with the caption "a moustache made of REVENGE".
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I have to disagree with you about Chompy; I think he's actually just a desperately lonely, attention-seeking, unjustifiably arrogant cunt. But I can see how our opinions are equally valid assesments, interchangeable dependant on our individual points of view.
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It was fucking horrendous. 1989 was a hot summer and by 4pm the meat wasn't quite frozen enough. It stank. I had to wheel huge bins of frozen meat from storage to a ghastly peasant who sawed the lumps into chops.
However it paid for me to go to the Treworgey Tree Fayre - the Woodstock of the 80s (c) my mate Bonz, so it was well worth it.
The best was clearing out a Winchester College boarding house after the end of term, because
a) loads of the students were incredibly rich and/or foreign and thus when they left school simply abandoned good quality stereos, Walkmans etc. and
b) the housemaster was an alkie, and one of his pupils was a Foster as in the beer, who'd got into terrible trouble and had effectively bought his way out of the shit with dozens of slabs of beer which the man let us help ourselves to. Finishing work at noon each day, pissed up and laden with televisions etc, AND the money to buy MDs, was superb, even if the beer was bent.
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One 5th former gave me a pair of oakleys and a bandolier of throwing knives for going to clifton village and buying him fags (ciggies, not benders)
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Sai, nunchucks, throwing knives, batons, everything. Plus fake cds and watches it was ace.
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for being able to see through the slits in their burka masks.
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my parents told me to get a job so I could see the other side of the coin. I cleaned holiday homes for two or three days. Worst job ever
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I was young and slim and fit back then, and even so it killed my back. The sheer boredom, and rank disgustingness did the trick though. I haven't dropped out yet
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Ms Foxtrot's brother has just turned 11 and has had his "summer pod" prepared for him. He will exist in a state of perpetual hibernation in a 4' x 6' wooden cocoon until AA wakes up. As he is not actually a wild rodent he will be awake for the duration of the experience. The horror of being deprived of basic reading materials and statutory incest will incentivise him to cultivate fields and refrain from routinely buggering livestock in his adult life, for fear that "THE POD SHALL TAKE THEE".
I hope this answers your question.
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and I'm still none the wiser.
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When I was 16 I spent a week in a textile factory. Basically churning out those little samples of carpet - swatches, are they called? The job was tedious but spending all day mingling with the sort of hapless nobody who actually calls that sort of thing a living was horrific. Scared me into studying hard so I coulddo better for myself.
Sadly when I was 18 I discovered marijuana.
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AICM 15-year-old tabloid scoop/panicked flee
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tellingly knowledgeable about something I and I suspect most if not all other readers haven't a clue about AICM evidence admissable in a court of law that you truly are the biggest gaylord of all time.
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You, who claims to be above all the celebrity bullshit that the cackrags obsess over.
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I discovered Ballroom when I was 25, or rather I had it forced upon me.
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in brief:
the outfits are hot, scratchy, smelly, and in the case of this particular shop, were cheap-ass knock-offs with mad staring eyes, sparse bald fur, and holes where the tail should be.
children scream and run away from you, teenage boys grope you, the pervy shop owner gropes you, teenage girls flick lit cigarettes at the eyeholes, it rains and the suit is so heavy you can't walk, and you get bollocked for inhaling the helium balloons.
BUT you get paid £20 for an entire saturday capering around like this.
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Specky the dog, for our local leisure centre. My friends have never let me live it down.
It smelled of stale sweat, I could barely see, the feet were three times the same of mine making it impossible to judge stairs and a kid kicked me in the nuts.
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Kids frequently kick me in the nuts regardless of attire.
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you got paid £30 for about 5 hours work and after the first time when we were the only team whose money balanced we started pilfering.
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and say "Re: that video what I watched, dead good that like."
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DVD, video or film
The required elements for a reference are:
Full title of DVD or video. Year of release. [type of medium] Director. (if relevant) Country of origin: Film studio or maker. (Other relevant details).
Great films from the 80s: a selection of clips from Warner Brothers top films from the 1980s. 2005 [DVD] New York: Warner Brothers.
Health for all children 3: the video., 2004. [video] London: Child Growth Foundation. (Narrated by D.B.M. Hall).
For a film the suggested elements should include:
Title. Year of release. [Medium] Director. Country of origin: Film studio.
Macbeth, 1948. [Film] Directed by Orson Wells. USA: Republic Pictures
(, Wed 4 May 2011, 16:18, Reply)
Fuck it I will just do it that way. Cheers Jeff.
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that is so much better than our shit guide. Cheers mate! appreciate that.
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I used a website called Google and searched using the words 'harvard referencing' and then clicked on the first link it came back with.
I reckon it took me less than 15 seconds to find it.
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That's not women, that's just Southerners
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I'll have to watch my consumption.
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drinking lots of beer and having a beer bike on the saturday evening is the plan.
(, Wed 4 May 2011, 16:41, Reply)
everyone faces the middle where the bar is, except the driver, and peddles, and you have a keg of beer to drink in the hour or two it takes you to get around the city and it's cultural highlights.
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Working in a paint warehouse putting labels on tins. Thousands of them every day. The worst moment was when I was sitting on top of a barrel of thinners, and it leaked. By balls felt like they were on fire, and I had to wash down with cold water in the bogs. All the old hands just stood around and laughed. Then I had to mince home on the underground.
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My job was to stand in the trench that the digger was making and make sure it didn't hit any water pipes or similar. Took me about 20 minutes to fail miserably at that.
I've worked on plenty of production lines. They're fine once you get into a rhythm and and can let your mind wander. The worst one was a place that did the tomato sauce sachets for McDonalds, the smell of hot ketchup sticks in your nostrils for days.
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