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by **mitch22** » Thu Jun 15, 2006 12:43 pm

Currently in a comfy job at moment , quite bored though.
Was just wandering worst places to be mine was working in Subway for 1 month, making them bloody sandwhiches non stop with flies swarming round because the fly killer lite was broke .

wats yours?

by **Lando_Griffin** » Thu Jun 15, 2006 1:05 pm

That time when I was a rent-boy and Judge approached me...

Probably when I helped my brother out fitting false walls and ceilings in a Nike store at Birmingham's Bullring. His workmate was ill, so he needed someone to help him, but as I'd never done it before, I had to do all the f*cking sh*t stuff like tw*tting metal into shape with a hammer and carrying 8'x5' plaster boards which weighed a f*cking ton!

I could never be a labourer. It's a f*cking nightmare.

by **66-1112520797** » Thu Jun 15, 2006 1:13 pm

Unblocking poo pipes can't be to nice.

On that note when I was at college (doing gas central heating) a young fella told me about his weeks work during his apprentice ship. Anyway he was cutting a cast iron soil pipe with an angle grinder and as the silly tw@t cut through the pipe, human excrement sprayed all over him.

Apparently you cut the iron with another tool to prevent this happening.

by **Sabre** » Thu Jun 15, 2006 1:24 pm

Probably when I helped my brother out fitting false walls and ceilings in a Nike store at Birmingham's Bullring. His workmate was ill, so he needed someone to help him, but as I'd never done it before, I had to do all the f*cking sh*t stuff like tw*tting metal into shape with a hammer and carrying 8'x5' plaster boards which weighed a f*cking ton!

Rather than telling how important is to study to your sons, I'd rather give all the lads "a chance" to work like you did. I'm sure that after two weeks of practice, they'd all pay more attention to their studies later.

Helping my dad to pick up fruits in his lands was the hardest thing I've ever done. Specially the vineyards are bástards, as you have to bend over and you end up with back pain. Only to realise that the guys that are paid to do that, pick up 10x what you have picked in the same time

At some point I decided that the books aren't that bad after all.

I remember aswell when he convinced me to pick up plums in August. Ok Daddy, I'll help you. I said. Idiot. I should have known better, as they must be picked at 6 am, because somehow it's bad to pick up them under a heavy sun.

But it was nice experience, I learnt to respect the people who earn their life that way and encouraged me to study.

Study guys, study, otherwise only cráp works will show up. Unless you're the son of a millionaire, needless to say.

by **neil** » Thu Jun 15, 2006 1:32 pm

I remember(non too fondly) working in a pre-prepared frozen meal place, the plastic tubs were on a conveyor belt and we had to throw in the pasta, ham mushrooms etc whilst some muppet line manager would inspect the quantity of mushrooms or whatever you lashed in. On nights as well. However this was nothing compared to the 6 months I survived as Scaffolders labourer, christ on on bike....... :down:

by **Lando_Griffin** » Fri Jun 16, 2006 1:51 am

Sabre wrote:
Probably when I helped my brother out fitting false walls and ceilings in a Nike store at Birmingham's Bullring. His workmate was ill, so he needed someone to help him, but as I'd never done it before, I had to do all the f*cking sh*t stuff like tw*tting metal into shape with a hammer and carrying 8'x5' plaster boards which weighed a f*cking ton!

Rather than telling how important is to study to your sons, I'd rather give all the lads "a chance" to work like you did. I'm sure that after two weeks of practice, they'd all pay more attention to their studies later.

Helping my dad to pick up fruits in his lands was the hardest thing I've ever done. Specially the vineyards are bástards, as you have to bend over and you end up with back pain. Only to realise that the guys that are paid to do that, pick up 10x what you have picked in the same time At some point I decided that the books aren't that bad after all.

I remember aswell when he convinced me to pick up plums in August. Ok Daddy, I'll help you. I said. Idiot. I should have known better, as they must be picked at 6 am, because somehow it's bad to pick up them under a heavy sun.

But it was nice experience, I learnt to respect the people who earn their life that way and encouraged me to study.

Study guys, study, otherwise only cráp works will show up. Unless you're the son of a millionaire, needless to say.

That's exactly right, Steve.

by **luvliverpool** » Fri Jun 16, 2006 5:58 am

I reckon the worst job in the world would be Everton manager........I mean it an't be nice having to look after so much SH!T

by **daxy1** » Sun Jun 18, 2006 8:20 pm

my worst job was also my best job at times. i was a nightclub doorman at two clubs in chester city centre were all the squadies drank and when they kick off they all bloody kick off but being 17 at the time i was having the time of my life with the ladies. i done that for 4 years it was great then became under the [email]thumb.....b@stard...[/email] :down:

by **woof woof !** » Sun Jun 18, 2006 9:29 pm

When I was about 18 , spent two months working in a ladies shoe shop . thought i was gonna meet loads of sexy girls but every customer was a granny who sat with their legs wide open as I fitted their shoe :wwww

The sight of a grey haired cobwebbed minge haunts me to this very day .

by **anti-hero** » Sun Jun 18, 2006 10:05 pm

woof woof ! wrote:When I was about 18 , spent two months working in a ladies shoe shop . thought i was gonna meet loads of sexy girls but every customer was a granny who sat with their legs wide open as I fitted their shoe The sight of a grey haired cobwebbed minge haunts me to this very day .

Al Bundy?!?

by **RUSHIE#9** » Sun Jun 18, 2006 10:07 pm

woof woof ! wrote:When I was about 18 , spent two months working in a ladies shoe shop . thought i was gonna meet loads of sexy girls but every customer was a granny who sat with their legs wide open as I fitted their shoe The sight of a grey haired cobwebbed minge haunts me to this very day .

C'mon woof i bet it still gives ya the odd twitcher every now and again.

Sabre
I remember aswell when he convinced me to pick up plums in August. Ok Daddy, I'll help you.

Was this on the gay beaches in the north of spain sabre matey!!! :laugh:

[B]JUST TO LET YOU KNOW SABRE - PLUMBS IS ALSO A TERM IN ENGLAND FOR THE OLD MAN BERRIES OR BOLLOX - SO I'M SURPRISED LANDO HASN'T PICKED THAT ONE UP YET!!

by **Bad Bob** » Sun Jun 18, 2006 10:07 pm

Sabre wrote:
Probably when I helped my brother out fitting false walls and ceilings in a Nike store at Birmingham's Bullring. His workmate was ill, so he needed someone to help him, but as I'd never done it before, I had to do all the f*cking sh*t stuff like tw*tting metal into shape with a hammer and carrying 8'x5' plaster boards which weighed a f*cking ton!

Rather than telling how important is to study to your sons, I'd rather give all the lads "a chance" to work like you did. I'm sure that after two weeks of practice, they'd all pay more attention to their studies later.

Helping my dad to pick up fruits in his lands was the hardest thing I've ever done. Specially the vineyards are bástards, as you have to bend over and you end up with back pain. Only to realise that the guys that are paid to do that, pick up 10x what you have picked in the same time At some point I decided that the books aren't that bad after all.

I remember aswell when he convinced me to pick up plums in August. Ok Daddy, I'll help you. I said. Idiot. I should have known better, as they must be picked at 6 am, because somehow it's bad to pick up them under a heavy sun.

But it was nice experience, I learnt to respect the people who earn their life that way and encouraged me to study.

Study guys, study, otherwise only cráp works will show up. Unless you're the son of a millionaire, needless to say.

Picked strawberries for a day once as a teenager, Sabre, so I know what you mean. All day in the hot sun, hunched over was murder! But that was only one day.

My worst summer job was working at a chicken plant. Especially the area where they make all of the processed nuggets etc for the fast food restaurants. That job will turn anyone's stomachs!

So, I'll echo Sabre's advice--hit them books hard kids--and add my own: don't buy any chicken products that aren't shaped like a part of the bird (anything formed into "nuggets", stars, patties or other shapes are loaded with sh!te). :no

by **woof woof !** » Sun Jun 18, 2006 10:19 pm

RUSHIE#9 wrote:
woof woof ! wrote:When I was about 18 , spent two months working in a ladies shoe shop . thought i was gonna meet loads of sexy girls but every customer was a granny who sat with their legs wide open as I fitted their shoe The sight of a grey haired cobwebbed minge haunts me to this very day .

C'mon woof i bet it still gives ya the odd twitcher every now and again.

Some of you lads obviously haven't experienced the horror of a sand leaking minge with spiders dancing across it .

The horror is second only to the Granny removing her teeth and gummily asking you back to her place for a "cup of tea " :wwww

.

by **Scottbot** » Sun Jun 18, 2006 11:01 pm

I worked in a Chocolate factory for 10 months. Bendicks if anyone likes them. The most boring job in the world plus all my mates calling me 'fudge packer'

by **Bad Bob** » Sun Jun 18, 2006 11:03 pm

Scottbot wrote:I worked in a Chocolate factory for 10 months. Bendicks if anyone likes them. The most boring job in the world plus all my mates calling me 'fudge packer'

Did you have to sing the oompa loompa song "fudge packer"?

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