Work Experience
We've got a work experience kid in for a couple of weeks and he'll do anything you tell him to... He's was in the server room most of yesterday monitoring the network activity lights - he almost missed his lunch till we took pity on him.
We are bastards.
How bad was your first experience of work?
( , Thu 10 May 2007, 9:45)
We've got a work experience kid in for a couple of weeks and he'll do anything you tell him to... He's was in the server room most of yesterday monitoring the network activity lights - he almost missed his lunch till we took pity on him.
We are bastards.
How bad was your first experience of work?
( , Thu 10 May 2007, 9:45)
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Cotton mill fancies
In the early 70s there was still a cotton industry in Lancashire. When I was 14 I got a summer job in the local cotton mill where my mum worked. My job was clearing away the cotton waste generated by carding and spinning machines and sticking them into big sacks in a deep dark basement. This is what they make socks out of, for your interest.
Anyway, I had to crawl under these huge noisy machines gathering up all the shite.
It was so loud that the women who worked there (who weren't exactly young babes) 'talked' in sign language.
And it was so hot in there that they wore nothing except light overalls. Nothing.
And of course as I would be crawling along they would be flapping their legs aroubd trying to keep their minges cool so Id regulary get the sight and smell of 60yr old fannies dripping in sweat. It was hell - and I thought they did it on purpose as even I could hear them cackling over the sound of the machines
One day I couldnt bear it, got up from the machine room floor to find my mum staring at me in a sort of embarrassed way.
( , Thu 10 May 2007, 10:38, Reply)
In the early 70s there was still a cotton industry in Lancashire. When I was 14 I got a summer job in the local cotton mill where my mum worked. My job was clearing away the cotton waste generated by carding and spinning machines and sticking them into big sacks in a deep dark basement. This is what they make socks out of, for your interest.
Anyway, I had to crawl under these huge noisy machines gathering up all the shite.
It was so loud that the women who worked there (who weren't exactly young babes) 'talked' in sign language.
And it was so hot in there that they wore nothing except light overalls. Nothing.
And of course as I would be crawling along they would be flapping their legs aroubd trying to keep their minges cool so Id regulary get the sight and smell of 60yr old fannies dripping in sweat. It was hell - and I thought they did it on purpose as even I could hear them cackling over the sound of the machines
One day I couldnt bear it, got up from the machine room floor to find my mum staring at me in a sort of embarrassed way.
( , Thu 10 May 2007, 10:38, Reply)
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