Also worked on the Broomfield Estate one summerTesting suppressors. Basically this involved connecting two leads to two crocodile clips, checking the reading you got and making sure it was within limits. Again and again. And again. All day, every day... Although to be fair, sometimes you got to try your hand at a different job for a couple of hours - such as soldering (sitting over a hot pot of molten solder - mmm, nice fumes) or high voltage testing (50,000 volts, to be precise - never have I listened more carefully when the boss told me 'and whatever you do, don't touch that wire!')... ho hum, things we do for money, eh?
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Thu 13 Nov 2003, 12:22,
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MonotonyYes, the dull jobs are the worst aren't they? Followed closely by the jobs that turn you into a complete bastard.
Worked for a company that sold 'charity' advertising on behalf of some major charities. A hideous place that expected you to sing the company song and would generally try to brainwash you into 'being positive' before sticking you on the phone to rip money out of people. The worst thing about it was finding out that, from the hundreds of thousands (literally) of pounds this company generated, all the charities got was a crappy magasine produced for them chock full of adverts.
Lived in daily fear of walking out of work and having a TV camera shoved in my face and some Littlejohn type bloke asking me 'why I was doing it'.
After I'd left, a national paper ran an expose on the whole charity advertising scam naming one of my ex-colleagues. Couldn't have happened to a greedier, nastier, more stupid waste of flesh either.
Mind you, at least I didn't have voltage to worry about :-)
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Thu 13 Nov 2003, 12:33,
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Worked for a company that sold 'charity' advertising on behalf of some major charities. A hideous place that expected you to sing the company song and would generally try to brainwash you into 'being positive' before sticking you on the phone to rip money out of people. The worst thing about it was finding out that, from the hundreds of thousands (literally) of pounds this company generated, all the charities got was a crappy magasine produced for them chock full of adverts.
Lived in daily fear of walking out of work and having a TV camera shoved in my face and some Littlejohn type bloke asking me 'why I was doing it'.
After I'd left, a national paper ran an expose on the whole charity advertising scam naming one of my ex-colleagues. Couldn't have happened to a greedier, nastier, more stupid waste of flesh either.
Mind you, at least I didn't have voltage to worry about :-)