Confessions of.... your first job
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bi0boy
Power User
Mine was for Staybright Windows. It consisted of me saying...
"Hi I'm calling from Staybright Windows and Conservatories, we are currently looking for showhomes in your area for our new product and...ok sorry to bother you bye."
...continuously for 3 hours per night for £3 per hour.
"Hi I'm calling from Staybright Windows and Conservatories, we are currently looking for showhomes in your area for our new product and...ok sorry to bother you bye."
...continuously for 3 hours per night for £3 per hour.
beesonthewhatnow
going deaf for a living
My first "proper" job was IT support in an all girls grammar school.
Backatcha Bandit
is not taking your calls
I was alternately one of these characters:
I got sacked in the end, which was just as well, because I'd reached the point where the next 'amusing dad' to say "I bet you feel a bit of a twit-twoo-woo" was going to get his fucking face torn off.
I got sacked in the end, which was just as well, because I'd reached the point where the next 'amusing dad' to say "I bet you feel a bit of a twit-twoo-woo" was going to get his fucking face torn off.
I washed dishes for a low end, cheap Italian restaurant. Shit pay with shit hours.
I quit so I could go out and get wasted with my mates, best decision I ever made.
No real confessions other than that we would fuck about with the waiters and steal booze from the fridges.
I quit so I could go out and get wasted with my mates, best decision I ever made.
No real confessions other than that we would fuck about with the waiters and steal booze from the fridges.
kittyP
Pluviophile
Other than paper round at 13, first job was at BHS on sundays on the customer service desk.
The only reason they put me on there was because I am (for some unknown reason) quite well spoken. I had never had a job before, new nothing about customer services and didn't care about the job. I hated it and was shit at the job! Never mind, more fool them I say!
The only reason they put me on there was because I am (for some unknown reason) quite well spoken. I had never had a job before, new nothing about customer services and didn't care about the job. I hated it and was shit at the job! Never mind, more fool them I say!
shakespearegirl
just worked out taglines
My first full time job was at a suburban supermarket in Australia. I quit after 3 weeks as I was offered a full time management trainee job at KFC where I had worked part time while at school.
When I quit the manager took me aside and said I was the best worker she had ever had and did I not realise that in 20 years I could be running the supermarket.
Always tempted to pop in when in Australia and see if they remember me.
When I quit the manager took me aside and said I was the best worker she had ever had and did I not realise that in 20 years I could be running the supermarket.
Always tempted to pop in when in Australia and see if they remember me.
Appassionata
gets bare gash-f*** Z*rra
An apprentice in a textile mill, £39 for a 44 hour week.
I earn that before my morning break now.
I earn that before my morning break now.
My first job was as a Saturday assistant in my local library. I really liked it, and at £3.40 an hour it was much better-paid than most of my contemporaries' jobs. The only downside was having to get up and drag myself into work for 9 on a Saturday morning.
A few months later, after passing my driving test, I started delivery driving for a takeaway. I got about £2 an hour if I was lucky (I was paid by the delivery and there weren't that many), but I did get to steam around in my boss's Ford Sierra. Tbh he was a fool to let me: I was young and stupid and I'd never driven anything rear-drive or that powerful before. I shudder to think of some of the near-misses I had...
A few months later, after passing my driving test, I started delivery driving for a takeaway. I got about £2 an hour if I was lucky (I was paid by the delivery and there weren't that many), but I did get to steam around in my boss's Ford Sierra. Tbh he was a fool to let me: I was young and stupid and I'd never driven anything rear-drive or that powerful before. I shudder to think of some of the near-misses I had...
maximilian ping
Grrrrr
bi0boy said:Mine was for Staybright Windows. It consisted of me saying...
"Hi I'm calling from Staybright Windows and Conservatories, we are currently looking for showhomes in your area for our new product and...ok sorry to bother you bye."
...continuously for 3 hours per night for £3 per hour.
i did that kind of stuff for a while. soul destroying but you meet some very interesting work mates
maximilian ping
Grrrrr
beesonthewhatnow said:My first "proper" job was IT support in an all girls grammar school.
and.....
(this is called Confessions of...)
5t3IIa
Registered User
I remembered another job which may’ve been before the café one.
I got taken on at a new M&S and did a couple of days out of a weeks evening training. Decided I didn’t like it, it cut into my fun time so I just stopped going.
Then I checked my bank account, whilst tripping and wandering around Worthing – I’d been paid for a month’s part-time work! £298! That was a fucking ace Xmas and ignoring one regged letter at the Post Office made it all go away. Amazing.
I got taken on at a new M&S and did a couple of days out of a weeks evening training. Decided I didn’t like it, it cut into my fun time so I just stopped going.
Then I checked my bank account, whilst tripping and wandering around Worthing – I’d been paid for a month’s part-time work! £298! That was a fucking ace Xmas and ignoring one regged letter at the Post Office made it all go away. Amazing.
maximilian ping
Grrrrr
Appassionata said:An apprentice in a textile mill, £39 for a 44 hour week.
I earn that before my morning break now.
were you born in 1887?
souljacker
innit
My first job was when I was 14. Me and my mate went round all the shops near us and asked if they needed any people over the summer holidays. Ended up getting a job in a cafe waiting on tables and cooking fry ups and making coffee. There were some hilarious people there.
Its also the nearest cafe to the Reading Festival site This was in the days when it was a 'rock' festival, so for four days the cafe was full of mad bikers with puke in their beards, taking loads of drugs, fighting and shagging their women in the toilets.
£1.40 an hour and as many bacon butties as I could eat!
Its also the nearest cafe to the Reading Festival site This was in the days when it was a 'rock' festival, so for four days the cafe was full of mad bikers with puke in their beards, taking loads of drugs, fighting and shagging their women in the toilets.
£1.40 an hour and as many bacon butties as I could eat!
Appassionata
gets bare gash-f*** Z*rra
maximilian ping said:
This country still had real jobs as recently as the 1980s.
hiccup
King of the Vagabonds
Apart from a paper round I got sacked from for always being late, probably as "maintenance assistant" in a big English language school on Oxford Street when I was 16 or so. Lots of painting, cleaning, and I must have built about 100 lecterns out of MDF.
Worked for a lovely Italian guy who used to bring in loads of lush food from his family's farm in Italy. Parma ham, cheese, wine, all for free. Was lush. Was probably the best job I've ever had, thinking about it.
Not many confessions, but we did have a lot of fun trying to get an expanding steel security grille down 4 flights of stairs. This thing was so fucking heavy it took four of us to drag it along the floor. Lifting it wasn't really an option, so we slid it down each set of steps. Which was cool, in a noisy, destructive way, but it took us a whole weekend to repair all the holes it'd smashed in the walls.
Worked for a lovely Italian guy who used to bring in loads of lush food from his family's farm in Italy. Parma ham, cheese, wine, all for free. Was lush. Was probably the best job I've ever had, thinking about it.
Not many confessions, but we did have a lot of fun trying to get an expanding steel security grille down 4 flights of stairs. This thing was so fucking heavy it took four of us to drag it along the floor. Lifting it wasn't really an option, so we slid it down each set of steps. Which was cool, in a noisy, destructive way, but it took us a whole weekend to repair all the holes it'd smashed in the walls.
marty21
One on one? You're crazy.
i worked at waterstones once as a temp, me and 2 other lads took the deliveries and distributed them around the shop, very big shop, 4 floors, entrances stairs both side of the building, we used to "liberate" a few books, there was also a pub next door, we often had a few crafty pints, two of us in there, one to be in the loading bay, if anyone looked for us, he'd say, I thinjk they went up to gardening, and nip next door to get us
when i did another temp job at dillons, i was one of the evening staff, the day staff would finish their shifts and liberate loads of books, pay was shite, what did they expect
when i did another temp job at dillons, i was one of the evening staff, the day staff would finish their shifts and liberate loads of books, pay was shite, what did they expect
May Kasahara
take me to the feeling
souljacker said:
Is that the bizarre Swiss cottage looking one on the corner? Tasty fried goods in there.
bluestreak
HomosexualityIsStalin’sAtomBombtoDestroyAmerica
my first job was a paperboy. not a lot of laughs there.
my second was as a cleaner for the local travelodge. learnt a lot about human nature there cleaning up spunky tissues, the remains of food and booze fights, human shit, porn, and the general detritus of middle managers being cunts. three quid an hour and no perks except all the soap i could nick. which wasn;t much good to me, as i was a teenage crusty.
then i worked in a kitchen, where i got sexually harassed and had to clean out the meat ovens because i was a vegetarian. i used to stagger home on a saturday night covered in fat and blood and with arms sore from fending off the attentions of pip the head chef, who modelled himself on a proletariat uncle monty. great days
my second was as a cleaner for the local travelodge. learnt a lot about human nature there cleaning up spunky tissues, the remains of food and booze fights, human shit, porn, and the general detritus of middle managers being cunts. three quid an hour and no perks except all the soap i could nick. which wasn;t much good to me, as i was a teenage crusty.
then i worked in a kitchen, where i got sexually harassed and had to clean out the meat ovens because i was a vegetarian. i used to stagger home on a saturday night covered in fat and blood and with arms sore from fending off the attentions of pip the head chef, who modelled himself on a proletariat uncle monty. great days
bluestreak
HomosexualityIsStalin’sAtomBombtoDestroyAmerica
marty21 said:i worked at waterstones once as a temp, me and 2 other lads took the deliveries and distributed them around the shop, very big shop, 4 floors, entrances stairs both side of the building, we used to "liberate" a few books, there was also a pub next door, we often had a few crafty pints, two of us in there, one to be in the loading bay, if anyone looked for us, he'd say, I thinjk they went up to gardening, and nip next door to get us
when i did another temp job at dillons, i was one of the evening staff, the day staff would finish their shifts and liberate loads of books, pay was shite, what did they expect
heh, i worked for wh smith for a few months as their resident literature expert, until i got sacked for liberating....
souljacker
innit
May Kasahara said:
Yep, thats the one. The Gorge Cafe. Its got a mad interior that makes you think your eaten your breakfast in a bright red cave.
