I worked two summers as a teenager in a junk-mailing factory. There was a machine which stuffed advertising flyers into envelopes and pasted printed address labels on the outside; it spit out several thousand of these per 8-hour shift. My job consisted in standing at the exhaust-pipe end of the machine, catching the envelopes, and sorting them by postal codes. I still recall a few of them: Rockville MD is 20851, and Mtn. View CA is 94040. This was before the U.S. zip code was extended by four more digits.
Fettling and painting bluebells and copper lustre onto jugs at the age of 20. The most interesting part of the day was listening to The Archers which was on Radio 4 at 2pm.
One day a fellow fettler and I got a bit creative and decided to make some clay turds and arrange them around the seat of the chemical toilet that was in a shed in the shrubs. The proprietor's wife thought they were real and said that the toilet had been left in a disgusting state.
I used to shovel salt onto the roads and pavements from the back of a moving lorry in winter time. That was pretty rough. Working in a builders merchants was pretty mindless, just loading and unloading heavy materials. The worst though was working in a spring water factory, it was tedious beyond belief.
Originally posted by drewnogal Fettling and painting bluebells and copper lustre onto jugs at the age of 20. The most interesting part of the day was listening to The Archers which was on Radio 4 at 2pm.
One day a fellow fettler and I got a bit creative and decided to make some clay turds and arrange them around the seat of the chemical toilet that was in a shed in the shrubs. The pr ...[text shortened]... etor's wife thought they were real and said that the toilet had been left in a disgusting state.
If you think that's bad, you should check out the toilets on the beach of the Dead sea on the Israeli side.
THAT defines disgusting!
My most brainless job was right after I got out of the USAF, headed to Denver, got a flat for 10 dollars a month🙂 and got this job making house window screens. $1.25 an hour.
Got another job about 2 weeks later for 3 times the wages in a scientific outfit building and developing ground movement detectors, where you drill a hole for whatever reason and have a sensor at the bottom of the hole figure out if the bottom is moving around by a slushy Earth, a device called a borehole extensometer. At least it was interesting.
Originally posted by moonbus I worked two summers as a teenager in a junk-mailing factory. There was a machine which stuffed advertising flyers into envelopes and pasted printed address labels on the outside; it spit out several thousand of these per 8-hour shift. My job consisted in standing at the exhaust-pipe end of the machine, catching the envelopes, and sorting them by postal code ...[text shortened]... , and Mtn. View CA is 94040. This was before the U.S. zip code was extended by four more digits.
My most brainless job was cutting out newspaper clippings and putting them into the appropriate folders at the Parliamentary Library at Parliament House in Canberra - got very tedious very quickly (which I can also say about many of the other jobs I've had)
Originally posted by robbie carrobie I used to shovel salt onto the roads and pavements from the back of a moving lorry in winter time. That was pretty rough. Working in a builders merchants was pretty mindless, just loading and unloading heavy materials. The worst though was working in a spring water factory, it was tedious beyond belief.
so... let us in on the secret! Did they get their water from a spring or from the tap?!!
Originally posted by ptobler so... let us in on the secret! Did they get their water from a spring or from the tap?!!
They got if from an underground spring. It used to run dry in summertime and we got sent home! I think it against the law to sell spring water when its not, surely?
Originally posted by robbie carrobie They got if from an underground spring. It used to run dry in summertime and we got sent home! I think it against the law to sell spring water when its not, surely?