'Franking'
I've worked since I was 14 years old getting paid out of petty cash before I had my NI number etc... Belter, I was loaded as a kid. So work experience through school and college was lost on me. I thought I was special and shouldn't have had to do it. I still think this is true now to this day.

I took a Business Studies course at A-level and the powers that be wrongly assumed that we all needed to go out and experience the big world of work. My protests about having worked at nights and weekends for the previous four years fell on deaf ears though... Pricks.

I was placed in the administration department of a racecourse which holds a race meeting once a year...

...where they stood me at a franking machine with AT LEAST 8000 A4 envelopes to 'do' to send out to all their corporate clients who maybe wanted to rent out an executive box (I don't know what the verb is 'to frank'. 'Franking' is it?)

Anyway, after twenty minutes of this (literally the most mind-numbing job I've ever done in my life...), I argued I had "experienced" franking now and can I do something else? No chance, this was real life work and this needed to be done. "Bollocks" I cried to the fat blonde secretary who was sitting on her fat arse getting away with watching me do it. It was her job to do it. I was the slave from the local college she was getting to do her job for her for free...

So I walked out and never went back again.

Though only after three hours of standing at the franking machine trying to pluck up the courage up to actually stand up to them and walk out though. Not really as rock'n'roll as I'd like this story to end, now I've typed it out...

Anyway, there's three hours I'll never get back (a bit like the three minutes you'll never get back after reading this) but I've got a hell of a bicep on my right arm due to all the practice I got in 'franking' when I was 18.

My first post, so be as insulting as you'd like.
(jaymierobber, Sat 12 May 2007, 16:55, Reply)