Whilemine probably wasnt the worst job in the history of the world, I thought it was pretty shitty. I decided (along with my girlfriend at the time) to spend the summer in London working and having a laugh. I started off with high hopes and applied for a job in Sony Records (I wish) but eventually after a few weeks of desperatly trying, ended up sweeping the streets of London. The worst part was trying to sweep up outside the back alley of G.A.Y (man that sounds so wrong) and some dude tried to pick me up. I was a 17 yr old Irishman with little or no experience of the world so I was pretty freaked out. To say I ran away was an understatement! Next morning after work, I met my girlfriend for breakfast(who spent the night cleaning toilets in the post offices of London) and we decided to grab our bags and get the hell out of there as fast as we could. We caught the evening flight.
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