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What Job Would You Not Want To Do
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at any price? Ironing for one, and valeting cars for another. I did have a job at Centre Parcs changing beds which I hated doing, as some of those chalets have eight beds in them and I hate changing duvet covers (not tall enough to shake them down!). I did work in a mushroom factory and that was pretty grotty - dark and dank and hard work up and down ladders to get to the higher levels. Egg packing, where the eggs rolled off the end of the conveyor belt and fell on the floor, to be stood in all day then scraped up and put in a spinner to be made into cake mix! I've done my share of grotty jobs trying to earn a crust when times were hard.
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Any kind of cleaning job...I hate doing my own, but other people's dirt is just yucky.
I cooked in several care homes and mostly hated it. The owners were usually money grabbing ***, and the care workers had terrible attitudes towards the people they were meant to be caring for.
Any kind of cleaning job...I hate doing my own, but other people's dirt is just yucky.
I cooked in several care homes and mostly hated it. The owners were usually money grabbing ***, and the care workers had terrible attitudes towards the people they were meant to be caring for.
Lots of them.
One of my worst jobs was working in a huge bakery. I stood at a conveyor belt, and as the pork pies passes after being egg washed, I poked in the hole with a skewer, I kept keeling over as I thought I was the one moving.
Another job was stitching together tiny pieces of chamois leather to make window cleaning cloths.
I think the worst paid was after I had the kids, and worked from home as a machinist making black velvet evening gowns, probably got about 5 bob for a full length dress with fitted bodice and shoe string straps.
Take your pick :)
One of my worst jobs was working in a huge bakery. I stood at a conveyor belt, and as the pork pies passes after being egg washed, I poked in the hole with a skewer, I kept keeling over as I thought I was the one moving.
Another job was stitching together tiny pieces of chamois leather to make window cleaning cloths.
I think the worst paid was after I had the kids, and worked from home as a machinist making black velvet evening gowns, probably got about 5 bob for a full length dress with fitted bodice and shoe string straps.
Take your pick :)
I too have worked in a pork pie factory, Ferlew. It was the first job I'd done, at the age of 16 (between 5th form and 6th form at school).
It was an incredibly hot summer and my job was to take the trays of freshly cooked pies from the roller ovens (meaning that I had to constantly stand right next to a massive open-sided industrial oven) and 'de-tin' them ready for packaging.
We were provided with asbestos-lined gloves to handle the trays and tins but I quickly learned that the hot fat from the pies would penetrate the gloves and stick to one's fingers and burn them. So the trick (as taught to me by other workers) was to only use the gloves to take the trays out of the ovens but then to pick up the red hot tins with my bare fingers, in order to knock them against a hard surface and remove the pies from them. That needed to be done VERY quickly in order not to burn oneself! (I've still got a burn scar on my wrist from contact with one of the hot trays though).
It was so hot that the managers came round every twenty minutes with drinks of salted orange squash, which it was compulsory to everyone to consume!
I don't think that I'd be too keen to go back to that type of work!
It was an incredibly hot summer and my job was to take the trays of freshly cooked pies from the roller ovens (meaning that I had to constantly stand right next to a massive open-sided industrial oven) and 'de-tin' them ready for packaging.
We were provided with asbestos-lined gloves to handle the trays and tins but I quickly learned that the hot fat from the pies would penetrate the gloves and stick to one's fingers and burn them. So the trick (as taught to me by other workers) was to only use the gloves to take the trays out of the ovens but then to pick up the red hot tins with my bare fingers, in order to knock them against a hard surface and remove the pies from them. That needed to be done VERY quickly in order not to burn oneself! (I've still got a burn scar on my wrist from contact with one of the hot trays though).
It was so hot that the managers came round every twenty minutes with drinks of salted orange squash, which it was compulsory to everyone to consume!
I don't think that I'd be too keen to go back to that type of work!
Working as a trade plater for two and a half years was quite tough too. A 70-hour week was a short one but, with the job only paying around 40% of the National Minimum Wage (as I was technically self-employed), it was necessary to work really long hours in order to make any money.
My longest working day was twenty three and a half hours long, from 0130 to 0100 the next day but, because I'd had to fork out so much in travel expenses to get between jobs, I still didn't make much money from it.
My worst-paid day though was twenty hours long. When I calculated what I'd earned after paying all of my expenses for that day, the figure came to just one pound (before tax!).
My longest working day was twenty three and a half hours long, from 0130 to 0100 the next day but, because I'd had to fork out so much in travel expenses to get between jobs, I still didn't make much money from it.
My worst-paid day though was twenty hours long. When I calculated what I'd earned after paying all of my expenses for that day, the figure came to just one pound (before tax!).
Togo:
Traffic wardens, per se, no longer exist:
https:/ /www.bb c.co.uk /news/m agazine -342035 85
However I'd probably LOVE a job as a 'civil enforcement officer' ;-)
Traffic wardens, per se, no longer exist:
https:/
However I'd probably LOVE a job as a 'civil enforcement officer' ;-)