I've had some nasty jobs..The fist job I ever had was working staturday mornings in a lab at a vets, mainly cleaning out testubes that contained various specimins from horses. Was actually quite easy work, as long as I didn't pay too much attention to the contents of the testtubes. Once I had to go and take some rubish out, I couldn't find the bins, and ended up wandering into this strange room. It had a concrete floor with a drain in the midlle, and was completely bare except for a severed horses leg propped up in the corner with a pool of blood around it. Vets are interesting places...
Soon after that I had a job as a cleaner in a school, which on the whole this wasn't too bad. Except I had to clean the girls toilets every day. These toilets were obviously inhabited by some really skanky bitches. I could never work out what possible reason there could be for attempting to flush underwear down the toilets or for sticking used sanitry towels to the walls. The blokes toilets were always spotless strangely.
Think next up was my stint at reading tarot over the phone. This was actually quite easy, I got paid to sit on me arse for hours at a time, ocasionally having to answer the telephone and make up some spiel about the moon, or death cards etc. Problem was it was completely immoral. Nine out of ten times the people phoning were sad lonely desperate women, wondering when their blokes (who'd typically left them several years ago) were gonna come back to them. Problem was you couldn't say 'get a life love, he aint ever comming back', because then they'd hang up and your supervisors would get angry with you. So you had to tell them what they wanted hear, 'I've got the sun card, which means there's hope on the horizon, give it a couple of weeks and he'll be back' blah, blah. Don't think I lasted two weeks.
Spent one evening cold calling people and trying to sell them holidays. I really don't know who could possibly stick at tele-sales job, must take a certain thick skin to put up with the streams of abuse you'd get from people who's dinners or episodes of eastenders you'd interrupted.
Also did a stint in Mcdonalds for about four months. I actually quite liked this, they'd sometimes put me in charge of the quarter pounders, I was so proud... (I used to forget to put the bottoms of the buns on and they'd get angry at me though...)
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Mon 10 Nov 2003, 16:35,
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Soon after that I had a job as a cleaner in a school, which on the whole this wasn't too bad. Except I had to clean the girls toilets every day. These toilets were obviously inhabited by some really skanky bitches. I could never work out what possible reason there could be for attempting to flush underwear down the toilets or for sticking used sanitry towels to the walls. The blokes toilets were always spotless strangely.
Think next up was my stint at reading tarot over the phone. This was actually quite easy, I got paid to sit on me arse for hours at a time, ocasionally having to answer the telephone and make up some spiel about the moon, or death cards etc. Problem was it was completely immoral. Nine out of ten times the people phoning were sad lonely desperate women, wondering when their blokes (who'd typically left them several years ago) were gonna come back to them. Problem was you couldn't say 'get a life love, he aint ever comming back', because then they'd hang up and your supervisors would get angry with you. So you had to tell them what they wanted hear, 'I've got the sun card, which means there's hope on the horizon, give it a couple of weeks and he'll be back' blah, blah. Don't think I lasted two weeks.
Spent one evening cold calling people and trying to sell them holidays. I really don't know who could possibly stick at tele-sales job, must take a certain thick skin to put up with the streams of abuse you'd get from people who's dinners or episodes of eastenders you'd interrupted.
Also did a stint in Mcdonalds for about four months. I actually quite liked this, they'd sometimes put me in charge of the quarter pounders, I was so proud... (I used to forget to put the bottoms of the buns on and they'd get angry at me though...)
You've reminded me of a friend's old job, actually......he worked at an animal health trust place and had to analyse doggy bum-sausage samples for parasites and blood and pathogens and other things. Well, they got sent samples from all over the country. Not a huge problem when they're sent by next-day delivery, but when Rover goes in to the vet on a Friday and gives his stool sample, then obviously (what with no-one working over the weekend) it takes until Monday morning before the parcel is delivered. In the summer, opening the packages became somewhat unpleasant.
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