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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Work Experience boy in one of me old jobs....(RP for teh QOTW)
..in this old computer shop where I used to work, we had become semi-famous in the area for being a bunch of right wind-up merchants. The customers would come by the dozen to watch us take the mick of anything, which if anything was great for business too, so the management if anything promoted it. It did go a bit too far one day though...
We had a kid who used to be one of my neighbours (we'll call him "D"). Nice enough kid, was turning 16 and wanted to do work experience with us. I did warn him beforehand what we were like, but he still wanted to come. Oh god, I wish he listened. After two weeks we had;
1 - sent him on any chore imaginable, real or fake (including going to a chemist and asking the old woman there for the really big suppositories).
2 - had him hoovering anything, ceilings included.
3 - making phonecalls to imaginary customers, who were in fact us ripping the piss into him.
4 - locked him in the shop display window and stuck a sign to the outside of it saying "Please do not feed the animals" and left him there for 1/2 an hour.
5 - this was the worst. The works toilet had a bolt on the OUTSIDE for no real reason, and we bolted him in. This toilet was approximately 20 yards into the back of the building, and we could hear him screaming from the shop floor. So could the customers. After 3/4's of an hour, I opened the door and he came out purple. He'd obviously been crying his eyes out too, and grabbed his coat and went home. I called around his house that night to see if he was ok, and found out he was highly claustrophobic and needed to rest. Oh fuck. It took an hour of grovelling to sort that out.
( , Thu 10 May 2007, 11:52, Reply)
..in this old computer shop where I used to work, we had become semi-famous in the area for being a bunch of right wind-up merchants. The customers would come by the dozen to watch us take the mick of anything, which if anything was great for business too, so the management if anything promoted it. It did go a bit too far one day though...
We had a kid who used to be one of my neighbours (we'll call him "D"). Nice enough kid, was turning 16 and wanted to do work experience with us. I did warn him beforehand what we were like, but he still wanted to come. Oh god, I wish he listened. After two weeks we had;
1 - sent him on any chore imaginable, real or fake (including going to a chemist and asking the old woman there for the really big suppositories).
2 - had him hoovering anything, ceilings included.
3 - making phonecalls to imaginary customers, who were in fact us ripping the piss into him.
4 - locked him in the shop display window and stuck a sign to the outside of it saying "Please do not feed the animals" and left him there for 1/2 an hour.
5 - this was the worst. The works toilet had a bolt on the OUTSIDE for no real reason, and we bolted him in. This toilet was approximately 20 yards into the back of the building, and we could hear him screaming from the shop floor. So could the customers. After 3/4's of an hour, I opened the door and he came out purple. He'd obviously been crying his eyes out too, and grabbed his coat and went home. I called around his house that night to see if he was ok, and found out he was highly claustrophobic and needed to rest. Oh fuck. It took an hour of grovelling to sort that out.
( , Thu 10 May 2007, 11:52, Reply)
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