people don't seem to know you'll see what they photographa former housemate of my husband's(pre-marriage,obviously)used to process film and would occasionally make copies of the best to bring home.legal?not likely.funny?side-splittingly so.we always had a laugh at the antics people would record for posterity.
my worst crap job was working in a secondhand shop that sold children's clothing and toys. since it was a small shop,you'd work a whole day alone,which was dull,but as we bought secondhand things to sell,scary-looking,bug-eyed druggies would come in every day with loads of suscicious and often filthy goods. did i mention anyone working was alone?? i kept a knife under the counter and always had the phone in my hand in case i had to ring the police. luckily,a local officer's wife shopped there often and he'd leave his patrol car in front of the shop whenever he could. other than filthy,suspect goods and wondering if the stinking,twitching addict was about to rob the place,it wasn't that bad. no-one ever came in until after 11,so i'd have a nap or read all morning. i once knew a girl who worked for the U.S department of agriculture and she got her ex-finace a job testing mosquito repellent.he'd spray his arm,then insert it into a box full of mosquitos for a minute,remove it,record the number of bites,repeat with other arm. we speculated on whether or not she'd helped him get the job out of spite.
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my worst crap job was working in a secondhand shop that sold children's clothing and toys. since it was a small shop,you'd work a whole day alone,which was dull,but as we bought secondhand things to sell,scary-looking,bug-eyed druggies would come in every day with loads of suscicious and often filthy goods. did i mention anyone working was alone?? i kept a knife under the counter and always had the phone in my hand in case i had to ring the police. luckily,a local officer's wife shopped there often and he'd leave his patrol car in front of the shop whenever he could. other than filthy,suspect goods and wondering if the stinking,twitching addict was about to rob the place,it wasn't that bad. no-one ever came in until after 11,so i'd have a nap or read all morning. i once knew a girl who worked for the U.S department of agriculture and she got her ex-finace a job testing mosquito repellent.he'd spray his arm,then insert it into a box full of mosquitos for a minute,remove it,record the number of bites,repeat with other arm. we speculated on whether or not she'd helped him get the job out of spite.