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I helped our local Corona bloke for a while - pluses were free pop (and the occasional beer) and crisps now and again, minuses were you had to keep your distance from his wandering hands . . . #metoo
The next job (at a petrol station) I had a gun pointed at me, so the Corona job wasn't as bad as you might think.
Scrubbing the block with the wire brush?
My first proper contract was with...
Morrison’s Butchers. My job title was ‘Student Meat Packer’.
Seriously: If you value it, take/fetch it yourself
That’s the honest truth. I did it for six months before I went to university. It was real research, with a couple of significant discoveries. I still suffer from the time I gassed myself with ozone.
Got a better job driving a forklift a few years later
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Didn't quit fully until I'd finished uni and moved to Lancaster. Money was okay, boss was a dick - overall not too bad.
Did make me realise that I never wanted to work nights full time though. The days where I was scheduled to go in I'd just spend the day being annoyed about the fact I had to go into work.
My first job was working on a fish stall in a market on a weekend. Brutal in every way, gutting fish, skinning/gutting rabbits, terrible terrible work. The smell of a rabbit when you remove it's innards is not easily forgotten. Used to earn enough to buy a 1/4 oz of weed that would last the week. Not like I was going out anywhere smelling like I probably did, so was better off staying indoors getting smashed.