the mayonnaise factory...Every once in a while I had to collect a sample from the high pressure vegetable oil pipeline. So I turn up with my 4 litre container, place it under the sample pipe, turn the big lever through 45' and wait a few seconds for the container to fill.
I then forgot which way to turn the big lever to stop the flow.
It was a 50/50 chance.
I chose the wrong option.
Cue vegetable oil at under high pressue shooting out from 4' diameter pipeline, hitting the floor and rebounding up into my eyes and covering me from head to toe in oil. I grabbed the pipe, hung on while doing some sort of soft-shoe shuffle on the floor and fumbled with slippery fingers to try and stop the flow. Then dripping and slipping I had to try and clear up the mess I'd created.
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Wed 12 Nov 2003, 10:09,
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I then forgot which way to turn the big lever to stop the flow.
It was a 50/50 chance.
I chose the wrong option.
Cue vegetable oil at under high pressue shooting out from 4' diameter pipeline, hitting the floor and rebounding up into my eyes and covering me from head to toe in oil. I grabbed the pipe, hung on while doing some sort of soft-shoe shuffle on the floor and fumbled with slippery fingers to try and stop the flow. Then dripping and slipping I had to try and clear up the mess I'd created.
When I was a pleb student....I got a job in the laundry dept of a Southampton hospital.
Thought it would be okay as the laundry had already been washed and all we had to do was dry it and press it and stuff.
Not only was it utterly mind-numbingly boring, but every now and again something would get through still covered in blood. And some kind of weird yellow stuff. Put you off your lunch, let me tell you.
At least I only had to do it for a few weeks. I felt sorry for the miserable old fuckers who had been doing it for twenty years. Ha ha ha.
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Wed 12 Nov 2003, 10:17,
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Thought it would be okay as the laundry had already been washed and all we had to do was dry it and press it and stuff.
Not only was it utterly mind-numbingly boring, but every now and again something would get through still covered in blood. And some kind of weird yellow stuff. Put you off your lunch, let me tell you.
At least I only had to do it for a few weeks. I felt sorry for the miserable old fuckers who had been doing it for twenty years. Ha ha ha.