Crap Jobs in WiltshireDuring the Summer holidays after my A levels, my dad found me a job working for a cloth recycling factory, not too bad I hear you say - but the cloth was sourced from recycling bins,Town dumps and the clothes that were too rank for charity shops to sell! I had to shovel this polyester piss stained rankness onto a conveyor belt for the sorting monkeys to lob into bins, which were then baled up for export to Africa! Run by Bastards who told you that £3.20 an hour was the best they could pay,and that you should be proud to work 8 till 6 and then they'd turn up at 10.30am in Mercs and Porsches. There was another being the part of the night time clean up crew for a frozen pizza factory, who'd have thought that rotten cheese smelt like cow shit, still I got to play with Power washers...
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