What temp work have you done?

[the button]

Print finisher.
Warehouse operative.

The second one was OK, cos I got to drive a fork lift. And walk round with a pocket full of dust in case the works manager came round, so I could sweep it up and look busy. Happy days.

 

[bouncer_the_dog]

The postroom is always good.. lots of tea and everone likes you (or pretends they do becuase you have access to a franking machine)

 

[friedaweed]

The best temp job i had was back home here during the summer break from uni in that there London.

I worked in a kebab shop for an Iraqi mate of mine. Not exactly typing to Hugo Boss i admit but fun all the same.

Combined with the tanning effect of the donner spit and my curly locks i was often mistaken for a mucky foreigner. I had great sport at the expense of many a drunk bloke and bird up north those summers. At 2 am when your sober and most of your clientele are mashed on class A's it great what fun you can have. Not to mention the after work party's.

 

[Wolveryeti]

The postroom is always good.. lots of tea and everone likes you (or pretends they do becuase you have access to a franking machine)

Oooh I forgot about that temp job. I worked as a postmonkey in the British Medical Association for a while. It was fucking mint.

We used to get sent lots of mail by nutters, including a guy who sent us a packet of mud saying it was the cure for aids, a guy who thought he was a homosexual werewolf etc...

We'd do the morning round, then get wankered at the pub, come back a few hours later for the evening round. A shame I wasn't a fully paid up member - the BMA had struck a deal which saw to it that every gp's salary increase was mirrored percentagewise by the other staff in the building.

We had posties on 30k

I also had a great collection of post bags - green, red, yellow (French, I think) as well as the standard grey

 

[lillia]

One summer I worked in a custard tart factory packing custard tarts into boxes.

The following summer I worked in a pasty factory packing pasties into boxes

Then call centre work

I worked in the same custard tart factory.

Then I worked in the same pasty factory. But there were only 2 jobs available. So C got the packing job, as I saw her poor veggie face when they said the other one was picking bones out of chicken...

The gig she didn't get, which I did one summer - no word of a lie - was fudge packing.

The joys of growing up in Cornwall

 

[Nikkormat]

My first temp job was in a big office, updating mortgage records. We were each penned into a small booth so that we could only see the tops of other workers' heads. At 12:00, a pre-recorded announcement was made over the PA system: "Team A may now go for their lunch". About 1/4 of the workforce stood and went off to the canteen. At 12:30 the same voice informed Team B that it was their turn. I went to the pub. The next day I called the agency and told them that it was too boring and that I wasn't going back.

A few years later, deperate for cash, I signed up with another agency. The job was in the Post department of an insurance company. My first morning was spent sat next to a girl who had been eating a bacon & egg sandwich. The egg had run down her top, and she occupied herself with picking bits of dried egg from her name badge holder. I left at lunch time.