View From The Top Posted 2 July, 2011 Share Posted 2 July, 2011 Chapel End Charlie had be thinking, with his obvious dislike of his menial factory job, what's the worse job you've ever done? Mine would be working in an industrial deep freeze from 06.00 - 14.00 at the chilly temp' of -36C on a very low wage. Did it for 6 months. How the blokes did it for years on end was beyond me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Trader Posted 2 July, 2011 Share Posted 2 July, 2011 Pulling lobsters out of Jayne Mansfield's bum. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dune Posted 2 July, 2011 Share Posted 2 July, 2011 Before I went to Uni I did agency work packing funiture and because I was a grafter got "promoted" to work for a pot pouri producer - trudging through dried flowers with a watering can of concentrated perfume. I ponged like ****ters parlour on the bus on the way home. Did one day then told them to stick it. Also worked on the bins. Really hard work literally running the whole time to get done. That said it was alright and I enjoyed being out in the fresh air (when it wasn't raining) and fortunately was there at Christmas so got loads of free booze and other goodies and a share of the cash tips. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
View From The Top Posted 2 July, 2011 Author Share Posted 2 July, 2011 I also did agency work on the removal wagons whilst at uni and that was bloody hard work. Sweated so much one roasting workday, humping office furniture up 4 floors, that my @rse cheeks chaffed and I had to put nappy rash cream on when I got home! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Duckhunter Posted 2 July, 2011 Share Posted 2 July, 2011 Roofing, that is real men's work. I think I would last about 3 hours nowadays before dropping dead. I did it for a few years about 22 years ago and glad I got out. Nowadays there seems to be a lot more H&S around it, but it wasn't always like that. Fell off a roof once, the feeling of slidding down the tiles, unable to stop myself flying off the edge, is one of the most frightening things I've ever felt.I was lucky, broken wrist and a load of bumps and brusies. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TopGun Posted 2 July, 2011 Share Posted 2 July, 2011 Working as a 16-year old temp in a bonded warehouse in Soton Docks with a load of seasoned crims who thought it was fun to roll massively heavy rubber bales from the top of a tall pile down towards me to collect and put on pallets. I thought I was going to die. It was like Frogger. I lasted a day before I quit! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
View From The Top Posted 2 July, 2011 Author Share Posted 2 July, 2011 Roofing, that is real men's work. I think I would last about 3 hours nowadays before dropping dead. I did it for a few years about 22 years ago and glad I got out. Nowadays there seems to be a lot more H&S around it, but it wasn't always like that. Fell off a roof once, the feeling of slidding down the tiles, unable to stop myself flying off the edge, is one of the most frightening things I've ever felt.I was lucky, broken wrist and a load of bumps and brusies. 'Kin 'ell, that reminds me of the 4 months I spend scaffolding before I went in the RN. That was scary and very, very, very hard graft when you're a skinny 16yo. H&S would have a heart attack now. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saintscottofthenortham Posted 2 July, 2011 Share Posted 2 July, 2011 I was a saturday boy at Dewhurst Butchers in Shirley when I was 14-16. Loved it, was a great crack and was really well paid for a saturday boy. Got a hefty lump of the crimbo tips and taken out on the staff's crimbo meals. Really enjoyed it at the time... Looking back, cleaning up blood & guts all day, cleaning out the freezers every few weeks going home stinking like a dead cat wasn't all that. Still, I was by far the richest out of my mates. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Dark Sotonic Mills Posted 2 July, 2011 Share Posted 2 July, 2011 Working at the age of 15 on a Geriatric ward in Orpington Hospital. Cleaning up beds full of p*ss and sh*t. And all because I was applying to go to medical school and thought it would look good on my application. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TopGun Posted 2 July, 2011 Share Posted 2 July, 2011 Working at the age of 15 on a Geriatric ward in Orpington Hospital. Cleaning up beds full of p*ss and sh*t. And all because I was applying to go to medical school and thought it would look good on my application. But a good insight for a lawyer who runs a pub I'd suggest... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sergei Gotsmanov Posted 2 July, 2011 Share Posted 2 July, 2011 (edited) I was the cleaner at the post office Depot in Andover. I have never left a loo anything but spotless since. I always remember the sense of despair having got the loos gleaming by 7.00am and then seeing a postie strolling towards the gents with the Daily Mirror under his arm. Colleagues were great. Edited 2 July, 2011 by Sergei Gotsmanov Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TopGun Posted 2 July, 2011 Share Posted 2 July, 2011 I was the cleaner at the post office Depot in Andover. I have never left a loo anything but spotless since. I always remember the sense of despair having got the loos gleaming by 7.00am and then seeing a postie strolling towards the gents with teh Daily Mirror under his arm. Colleagues were great. Love the postie comment! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Dark Sotonic Mills Posted 2 July, 2011 Share Posted 2 July, 2011 But a good insight for a lawyer who runs a pub I'd suggest... Touché, my dear fellow, touché. Nonetheless, I did go on to do a Medical degree, and much later a Law degree. However, I no longer have the pub but am semi-retired; gainfully employed most of the time as a grumpy old man... Trust me, I'm a doctor. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
swannymere Posted 2 July, 2011 Share Posted 2 July, 2011 Between jobs at an agency demolishing a building and having to wear a full enclosure suit including respirator type equipment because of the slight risk of asbestos, not funny at the height of summer Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
aintforever Posted 2 July, 2011 Share Posted 2 July, 2011 Whilst at uni I worked as a hospital porter which involved taking corpses to the morgue. Saw some pretty grim sh!t, one of the worst was when my mate who was off his head on speed accidently slammed a dead woman's head in the fridge door. Being asked to take a "kentucky" from the maternity ward wasn't much fun either, you don't want to know what that is. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saintscottofthenortham Posted 2 July, 2011 Share Posted 2 July, 2011 Whilst at uni I worked as a hospital porter which involved taking corpses to the morgue. Saw some pretty grim sh!t, one of the worst was when my mate who was off his head on speed accidently slammed a dead woman's head in the fridge door. Being asked to take a "kentucky" from the maternity ward wasn't much fun either, you don't want to know what that is. I think I can work that one out... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saintscottofthenortham Posted 2 July, 2011 Share Posted 2 July, 2011 Between jobs at an agency demolishing a building and having to wear a full enclosure suit including respirator type equipment because of the slight risk of asbestos, not funny at the height of summer This whole asbestos thing is crazy. I was working on the refurb of Shirley Towers a few months back, residing the places that got burnt out and water damaged. There was artex cielings on the top floor of the flats and we had to install steel conduit throughout. As we were not allowed to drill into the concrete due to the artex we had to get a specialist firm in to do the drilling. Cue my suprise when the fella turned up, fully kitted out in protective clothing, carrying a 14.4v DeWalt Battry Drill/Driver with hammer action. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CB Saint Posted 3 July, 2011 Share Posted 3 July, 2011 When I was an accounts clerk, iwas sent off to audit a powder coating company. The owner had a novel way of making sure we didn't hang around too long. The office we were put in was directly above the ovens. Terrible week. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the stain Posted 3 July, 2011 Share Posted 3 July, 2011 I had a job as a forum administrator once. Didn't even get paid for that, you know. Still, banning people arbitrarily was fun. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bridge too far Posted 3 July, 2011 Share Posted 3 July, 2011 When working on a very large hospital development, I was invited by surgeons to see how many of them needed to work in an operating theatre on a multi-disciplinary case (in this instance it was a head cancer case involving cancer surgeons, ear nose and throat surgeons and plastic surgeons) and how much space they needed. I thought I was just going to look at a current empty theatre but oh no! They asked me to gown up and walk through the theatre as they were carrying out the procedure. So I had to walk past a man on the operating couch having his face peeled back so they could get to the problem. I didn't faint! But it was pretty gruesome Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jonnyboy Posted 3 July, 2011 Share Posted 3 July, 2011 Touché, my dear fellow, touché. Nonetheless, I did go on to do a Medical degree, and much later a Law degree. However, I no longer have the pub but am semi-retired; gainfully employed most of the time as a grumpy old man... Trust me, I'm a doctor. Should be able to afford a kitten surely? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jonnyboy Posted 3 July, 2011 Share Posted 3 July, 2011 One particular bad night involved being hands and knees on a supermarket floor scraping off some old wax by hand with small grouting type tool thingy. Definitely something that could be one of those Greek tasks of hell/pergatory/thingies that never end. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ecuk268 Posted 3 July, 2011 Share Posted 3 July, 2011 My granddad was head gardener on a large country estate so I went to work for him in the school holidays. Absolutely loved it. Picking fruit, cutting acres of lawn, preparing his lordships polo practice pitch. Would have loved to have stayed but the money was awful and there were few prospects. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SNSUN Posted 3 July, 2011 Share Posted 3 July, 2011 Pot washer at the Harvester when I was 16. Filthy job, but because I stuck it for a few months I got promoted to bar/starter chef. No experience, no training. No pride in my job either, many a plateful got returned due to poor appearance! One Saturday evening, the restaurant was full, but we'd had no receipts with the orders printed on them for about 20 minutes. Manager runs in screaming the place down, opens receipt printer, finds dozens of orders all rolled up. We had to sort out who'd walked out, and who was first. Nightmare night. Next day I was basically asked to quit. I duly obliged. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the stain Posted 3 July, 2011 Share Posted 3 July, 2011 Pulling lobsters out of Jayne Mansfield's bum. Lobsterisimus Bummakisimus? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Verbal Posted 3 July, 2011 Share Posted 3 July, 2011 I'm not sure this counts. I worked once for Island Records. My job was to apologise - all the time. The demand for apologies peeked with the release of a Wailers album many copies of which were so warped they only had any use as ash trays. Endless handwritten mea culpas were sent out to upset customers from an office next to Island's warehouse. Everyone working there seemed to be smoking something or other - to such an extent that I think they discouraged the forklift drivers from driving in the afternoons. Our office was effectively a ventilation shaft for the warehouse. That's all I remember. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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