Your worst job?
Mine was packing Bassett's Liquorice Allsorts in their Sheffield factory.
I had to sit on an uncomfortable seat with a box of Bertie Bassett's finest in front of me. All the packers sat in a line facing the back of the slave in front - so no conferring. We weighed out the allsorts, added one of these .......
......... (or two for the M&S bags) and tipped them all into a box on the conveyor belt.
Oh and we could eat as many as we liked.
A doddle I thought.
I was wrong. When the buzzer sounded our release I had a bad back, bleeding fingers (round the nails) and felt sick and bloated after overdosing on liquorice.
I didn't last the week.
The idiot who wrote this book (obviously I haven't read it) must think all jobs are fulfilling and life enhancing.
This could be my gran in t'mill.
Perhaps you've never had a job like these.
But - what's the worst job YOU ever had?
Labels: I worked for a butcher as well.