I had a job in an onion factoryThe tortures were many and varied, but the best was this:
A forklift truck would deliver pallets stacked with bastard heavy sacks of onions. My job was to haul the sacks off the top of the stack, open them carefully, and then tip the onions onto a conveyor belt, and pass the sack to my mate on the next conveyor. Meanwhile the onions were travelling around a system of belts around the shed, and, fuck me, if they weren't coming back down my mate's conveyor belt, where he would then put them back in the same cunting sack I'd just taken them out of.
I lasted one day.
(A forklift truck would deliver pallets stacked with bastard heavy sacks of onions. My job was to haul the sacks off the top of the stack, open them carefully, and then tip the onions onto a conveyor belt, and pass the sack to my mate on the next conveyor. Meanwhile the onions were travelling around a system of belts around the shed, and, fuck me, if they weren't coming back down my mate's conveyor belt, where he would then put them back in the same cunting sack I'd just taken them out of.
I lasted one day.
Ravenous bug-blatter beast,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 18:39,
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fassit is old,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 19:04,
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