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Post by smogquixote on Sept 30, 2020 3:08:18 GMT
Currently riding a robot at 4am (GMT) in an Amazon fulfilment centre by myself and will be for several more hours. With that in mind, what is the worst job you’ve ever had?
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Post by AndoII on Sept 30, 2020 4:05:35 GMT
Working on a farm after leaving school. Not some rustic friendly endevour; a huge factory-type place with huge battery-hen sheds and pig-pens..
There was a horrible tang of ammonia in every building from the animal 'waste'.. Big fecking rats everywhere also. (The other animals I really felt sorry for).
Thankfully, I didn't last long there.
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Post by Lord Emsworth on Sept 30, 2020 5:14:50 GMT
Never had a truly awful job
Building site was hard work but well paid
Collecting trolleys in a Sainsburys car park was boring
Putting seats in/out at Wembley Stadium was hard but well paid
Working in pubs was hard but time went fast and it was quite sociable
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Post by jsm on Sept 30, 2020 6:43:42 GMT
When I was a platform assistant on the railways we had to do all sorts of jobs; cleaning, changing destination boards, letting trains go with a whistle and a flag (we learnt that delaying departure of trains was to be avoided, but letting them go early was a hanging offence) and other duties which were usually enjoyable or at least bearable. Duty in 'The Whitehouse', however, was not fun at all. This was a little cupboard-like office in the men's toilets that you were supposed to occupy for your whole shift, only emerging to clean the floors and hang up new toilet paper etc. The bogs were about a century old and smelt like it too. On my first shift, I was warned to watch out for 'Donkey Man' who was apparently some bloke with a huge dong who was in the habit of dropping his strides and having a wank straight into the troughs. Luckily, I never saw him, but there was a bloke who got into one of the cubicles and stood on the seat so he could look over the top at the occupant of the next cubicle. I was alerted to this by one of these people yelling out what was happening. The offender then left the gents but re-appeared a while later and was hanging around the troughs trying to have a perve. I told him to bugger off and I was going to get security, but he was gone when we returned. He then turned up again wearing a 'disguise': a deer-stalker cap and a pipe. I told him to fuck off and I left immediately. He probably though I was going for security again, but instead I just hopped on a train and travelled around a bit until my shift was almost over. I later learnt that most people only spent the first and maybe last twenty minutes actually in The Whitehouse, so that's what I did from then on
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Post by zeopold on Sept 30, 2020 13:23:51 GMT
Scraping congealed oil out of an enormous cable winding machine in 1990 for £3.20 per hour. I came home black and had to spend an hour in the bath. We got paid double time at the weekend so I called in sick all week and came in on weekends only. They got wise to this after 2 weeks and sacked me.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2020 18:07:03 GMT
Kitchen porter in a Highland hotel owned by a rich New Yorker who shared the same club in Manhatten as Bob Hope.
This involved 'cleaning the grease trap'every Sunday morning with a bucket attached to a rope.This would have been 1989.
Working in a clothing sweatshop near Hackney Downs in 1987.
Total exploitation.
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Post by stu77 on Sept 30, 2020 22:51:09 GMT
Kitchen porter in a Highland hotel owned by a rich New Yorker who shared the same club in Manhatten as Bob Hope. This involved 'cleaning the grease trap'every Sunday morning with a bucket attached to a rope.This would have been 1989. Working in a clothing sweatshop near Hackney Downs in 1987. Total exploitation. How long did you live in London rogue? |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2020 17:59:09 GMT
Lived in East London from 87-89 mate though went back up up the road a couple of times.😊
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Post by smogquixote on Oct 4, 2020 9:15:50 GMT
Kitchen porter in a Highland hotel owned by a rich New Yorker who shared the same club in Manhatten as Bob Hope. This involved 'cleaning the grease trap'every Sunday morning with a bucket attached to a rope.This would have been 1989. Working in a clothing sweatshop near Hackney Downs in 1987. Total exploitation. Hackney Downs is a different place, I once saw two people having sex in the train station there. |
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Post by smogquixote on Oct 4, 2020 9:18:35 GMT
I also worked in an office briefly where our team didn’t have any secure logins for three months and they insisted on making us come in and sit in the office anyway, I even offered to take time off unpaid and they declined lol.
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