I had a job doing some sort of stock control work on a pot bank.
They sat me in front of a computer terminal and told me to check a big pile of invoices against what was on the screen.
"OK. So what do I do?" I asked.
I got a blank look. "Check this against that," said the supervisor ogre-in-charge.
"Well, yes. But then what?"
"..."
"OK, so I check this against that. Then what do I do?"
"Check the next one."
"No, I mean with the one I just checked. Let's say it matches. What do I do with the invoice?"
"Oh. Put it there."
"Right. And what if they don't match? What then?"
"..."

The ogre wandered off without answering my question. So I just put the invoices that didn't match with those that did - which meant, in effect, that my job was to sit in a warehouse moving bits of paper from the left edge of my desk to the right.

Halfway through the morning, the fire alarm went off.

I didn't go back inside once we got the all-clear.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 20 Jul 2010, 11:14, Reply)