My worst job (and shortest)......was ages ago one summer packing wonder bras into little boxes while sweating in the heat of what was essentailly a big tin shed. The work was piss easy but the manager of the production line was a proper little hitler. Every ten mins he was on at me to hurry up, every time he came back to moan he was more agressive and agitated which began to scare me. After about two hours and him literally screaming at me I decided this wasn't the job for me. I waited until he went off to scream at someone else and buggered off, leaving the conveyor belt to churn bras out all over the floor.
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