Tulips on your organ
I used to live in the wilds of Lincolnshire, in a curious hole called Spalding. If anyone has witnessed Spalding, I feel for you, really I do.

While there I worked in the thriving flower bulb industry, and was lucky enough to land a job driving a forklift.

Driving round at any speed has its potential dangers when the front of the forklift is adorned with 15ft stacks of plastic containers filled with thousands of flower bulbs. When you've entrusted this task to a bunch of permanently stoned 16 year olds; you're asking for trouble.

The number of "Um, boss..." moments were far too numerous to recount. Suffice to say they could have saved themselves far more money by employing qualified people on a proper wage, rather than paying peanuts to lazy students and have them destroy billions of bulbs, countless containers & pallets, and one fairly large warehouse.
( Moey, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 16:52, Reply)