I'd also have to give a nomination to rhubarb picking, except that I never got to do an 8 hour stretch. It was a drought year, started work at 7am. Unlike rhubarb picking at home, you basically just slash it to the ground, and then put the big stalks (with their leaf chopped off) in a fish bin at around $2.45 for a fish bin. Unfortunately, because of the drought, you could slash an entire enormous metre square rhubarb clump for like 2 stalks. I'm not sure in my 3 hours I filled a fish bin. Eventually, they realised how pointless it was, and stopped harvesting and increased the rate. I think I got $3.40 for my near full fish bin in the end. They increased the pay out of sympathy. $3.40 for 3 hours. Suck. Oh, and it was norwest and hot, even at that hour of the morning. That was also the last year they attempted to grow rhubarb.
Sweepers Head/Jumbo's Ass.
now that was a shit job James.
Asparagus trials at Lincoln, that was tough.
Apple Picking in a hail season was fantastatic though, some days was $40 -50/hr.
and the weed to smoke, crikey.
Hippie/House bus "gypseys" used to tour seasonal work. Orchard owner wants to sell up (I think this was Kaituhna, it's all so hazy), there all nude out of it on whatever, and US Christians, Baptists no less are being shown around as potential buyers. that was pretty funny days work.
Potentialy all work is shit, act randomnly. ie adopt different personas for each day of the week, or take all your frustation out on your employer by utalising the OSH Act. everyone respects the H&S Rep.
and Pita Sharples has brought the rest of the Maori Party to its senses so now Wayne "Road" Mapp's neo-facist 90day slave bill is fucked.
which goes to show, even shit work is better than none (mostly).
another reason to support the Union's, plenty o' work and muscle went into this.
and Lalie looked lovely on the news so LG should be stoked.
So, so many to pick from, but at the moment I'm going with hoeing. You know those traffic islands with grandma-style flowerbeds on them? Well, a really big one can take over a day to hoe. There are a number of parameters that dictate how mind-numbling boring it is.
*Is it a seeringly hot canterbury nor'west day?
*Is it on a busy street where your friends are likely to toot at you, entertain, drop by for a chat?
*Do you have a radio, or some others working with you?
Obviously the worst case scenario is being alone without a radio on a really hot day. However, sometimes, working with someone who you find extremely tedious and/or who has set it to some radio station you can't stand can also be quite a trauma.
By contrast, I really quite like mowing sports fields or parks. There's quite a rhythmn to that. Cemeteries are slightly less fun. If your mower blows grass on the graves people complain, plus in lawn cemeteries mowing down the front of the graves is like a never-ending stream of judderbars due to the sinkage.
Also, Shelf-Tidying (with an honourable mention for Shelving), but again, never a full day's work. I especially hated that I worked in the 400s,700s, & 800s. Mr Dewey was clearly not a fan of rugby, and the kind of people who like rugby clearly don't appreciate the finer nuances of putting 796.333092 LOM (SHI) after 796.333092 LOM. Actually, I don't think they just put the books back in the "sport" section. 796, 797, who cares, it's all sport right? Actually, I think they kind of got the idea that there was a rugby section.
And, to be fair, it's not just rugby, the knitters were equally as bad. Of course, it would be a lot easier if either of these things didn't have such long freaking numbers.
It does really reflect Dewey's priorities. Nietzsche has a whole 0.1 to himself (193.1) I think. In contrast, rugby has a .001 (796.333) all to itself.
// And, to be fair, it's not just rugby, the knitters were equally as bad.
knitters? really? I'd have thought there methodical ways would have seen them as being model library patrons. obviously not.
and I feel your pain regarding shelving. when I worked at welly med library, that was one of my regular shifts. And not only did I have the nightmare of 10 digit dewey numbers, I'd occasionally flick through a book only to be confronted with the sorts of guts and gore imagery that convinced me that my decision to be a librarian over a doctor was one well made.
//It does really reflect Dewey's priorities. Nietzsche has a whole 0.1 to himself (193.1) I think. In contrast, rugby has a .001 (796.333) all to itself.
I prefer Dewey to the weird one they have at uni's! Numbers and letters all over the show, and the numbers after the decimal point are totally different numbers, not decimals. So 467.85 is nowhere near 467.8521.
I also always found the sports section to be in disarray with Dewey though. There needs to be a new system, dammit!
// I prefer Dewey to the weird one they have at uni's!
// Numbers and letters all over the show,
my experience of uni libraries is that it's not so much the system in place that causes shelving chaos, but the fact that they tend to use underpaid student assistants for that particular job.
and, funnily enough, from my indepth experience of two uni libraries, and lesser experience with three others, the worst kept library in New Zealand is at Victoria, where all the library school students are usually those doing the menial jobs as they study towards their professional qualifications. What's that about?
I opened school returns at the Ministry of Education for three years in my holidays. Two sackfulls or more of mail every day for two weeks. I opened them with a letter-opening machine, took out two pieces of paper, stamped every form, sorted them into primary, intermediate and secondary, and then entered their four digit number into a database. Every so often I'd geographically arrange the pieces of paper I took out, and file them alphabetically after that. Good times. This was is in the days before the iPod as well.
hehe - you opened them and I entered them (for a couple of years)... I did the national role return data entry a couple of times and also was involved in doing some of the early childhood claimed hours forms too...
Data entry isn't too bad if the data is interesting!
//hehe - you opened them and I entered them (for a couple of years)...
Yay, I'm pleased that the forms actually went somewhere. I had visions of the boxes of paper just been stored somewhere in a secret bunker and not used. I read some of them too, but mostly just the ones that were saturated with perfume or were schools that I'd been to, which is how I found out that one of my favourite teachers had resigned (shout-outs to Mrs Berryman who cried every single year when she read out the part in The Odyessy when the dog dies...).
obviosely this is just a springboard for me to moan about the current employment. Today I repeated 4-5 steps on a database, ordering items froms lists, all day. The problem is you have to concentrate to pick up any problems, not like shelving or hoeing and interesection islands (classic that one), but it is so boring.
What's worse your in a room with insufferable weird goody good dweeby types, who want to do this their whole lives. The repression, the tension in the air....errrr..... the idea of doing it tommorow makes me feel ill, almost as bad as a sunday night when you realise there's 5 days of it ahead of you.
..and you've gotta love it, sit there, straight back with a smile on your face staring in utter fascination at the same boring thing. Fuck some people are weird.
rdor, you're a genius, bloke! In the space of two sentences you came up with several choice bands names! These have me laughing out loud. How about this for a gig line up?
* The Insufferable Weird Goody-good Dweeby Types
* The Idea of Doing It
* Tommorow Makes Me Feel Ill
* Almost as Bad as a Sunday Night
* 5 Days of It Ahead of You
WHAT AN AWESOME TOPIC!! I'd like to say microfilming was nauseatingly boring hell, but for the repetitiveness of the work, I had a tape player and listened to a whole stack of my favourite music 8 hours a day. Also, I made more money than I'd ever seen in one place before.
My most hated job was probably delivering pamphlets - specifically the 4-page ones that only got me 2c apiece - about $3.50 for an hour and a half of work. The chunkier ones were better because I got more money for them and they were way easier to shove into the letterbox - took me 45 minutes to get $5.00.
The job I remember with the greatest embarrassment was a cushy job babysitting. I ate a *lot*, watched TV, and told the (8- and 6-year-old) girls all about the Armageddon and how they would either be executed or be condemned to hell for eternity. Blame Barry Smith; it was a very tempestuous time for the pentecostals.
Guess mine would have to be pilkington glass, 8 hours sometime 16 on a double shift loading the flat glass windscreens onto the moulds in the furnace buckets, with nothing but an old 1940's valve radio .. which I had nothing against personally .. playing Stevie Wonder's "I just called to say I love you" about 6 times an hour, and I couldn't change the channel as the radio was at the furnace operators end and he liked what he liked ... my minds at rest thou as I think the loading's done by robot now, saw it on a TV prog the otherday "how it's made" so no one has to be put thro it anymore.
Heh. As I said above, sometimes the only thing worse than no radio is someone else's radio, with whom you don't share a musical preference.
Thinking of the furnace thing. I was at this old steelmill in germany a couple of months ago -- it's now a heritage park. And they had this series of 100m tall blast furnaces, where you basically stick coal and iron ore in the top, and as it all burns up you end up with 2000degree molten steel at the bottom of this furnace. At the bottom is a small door, which lets the steel flow out into the molds etc. Once every hour the door is opened. It's quite a little door, given the 15 storey high thing that it's attached to. But apparently, until 1953, every hour the manager would come out and indicate that it was /time/. And some poor bastard equipped with a small hammer to bash the catch had to walk right up to the bottom of the furnace, and bash the catch so the door would open.
The whole steel mill was pretty cool. It's all been planted with trees and stuff, but I bet it was a lot less fun when it was still belching coal smoke and hot as hell.
our furnace was just like a big oven, with I think eight bays at ever increasing temps, heated the glass up to almost melting point, the operator would look thro a small window in the bucket and watch the glass bent into shape then move it onto a cooling bay .. basic explanation I know but that's about it, if it was a hot day then the I'd wear gloves to take the glass out when it returned to me for off loading and re-loading as it retained it's heat, cold days just hands ... my god I'm going on about the most boring job I've done ... I'll stop now .. but I'll just say the toughing furnace's were the hot ones red hot and almost molten glass, one had a rupture in a hydraulic pipe once into the pit, sent a huge ball of flame to the roof, for some reason the fire alarm didn't go off and I only found out we were on fire when some one walked ... yes walked .. thro the room I was in saying " were on fire, leave thro the nearest exit" So obviously I, and others wondered to our lockers got our belongings and sauntered outside, only to look over our shoulder to see a huge orange glow over the toughing furnaces, which were housed in another part of the factory ....
Sounds easy right - after the first 2 - 3 thousand it get's pretty damn tough and bloody boring. We wern't allowed to have personal stereos as it was a work site and lots of forklifts and machinery would come by often.
I can honestly say I have counted tens of thousands of logs in my life!
i worked at a jean manufacturer on cashel street. i had to suck the trouserlegs of the jeans so they weren't inside out- using a large yellow machine with a foot pedal,=attach the pants, hit the foot pedal, suck the trouser legs through. got through about 800 pairs of pants a day.
worst one involved around 10000 A1 sized glossy posters, a warehouse full of empty cardboard tubes and a massive stack of individually addressed labels...took around 2 weeks for me and anther person to pack and send them all.
Cleaning the new Queensgate mall in Lower Hutt over Christmas. Just walking round with a broom for 8 hours, occasionally emptying the bins ... I wasn't in a very good frame of mind at the time, either, so spent most of the time wondering how best to kill myself haha.
my god, 8 hours of queens gate !!! I'm guessing you were going thro a bad patch hence your comment above, if so hope things are sorted mate, but that aside 8 HOURS OF QUEENS GATE !!!! . I have a feeling my mind would wonder to other things too .. above mentioned included ... I've only been there while on visits back home, and yeah as far as malls go, it beats wainuiomata's mall hands down, but I found the few hours we were there bad enough .. being a bloke shopping's not too close to my heart .. but I have a Mother, sister and niece and last time I was there it was at Christmas .. enough said I think. As it goes my niece works at the mall now, coffee shop I think, so next year assuming she keeps the job, guess I'll be back there, but this time, I'll be drinking coffee while they shop. I also remember it as a bus station where I used to catch the bus back over the hill, it had like a 1930's cafe / dinner place on the top corner with plastic chairs and formica topped tables, the ticket hall in the middle, that was back in the 70's I think. Any how I'm off topic so will sign off by saying .. I've had 11 hours of average boring work today ..
I think there's two ways you can go with with mind dumbingly boring jobs like these - either just do a whole heap of thinking, about every possible subject, or completely shut your brain off and go into autopilot. I went for the thinking, one or two of the other guys had been on autopilot for about 20 years! It was sad.
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pumpkin picking. will probably ...
pumpkin picking.
will probably expand on this later, as the tumult of memories is, at present, too much to deal with.
I'd also have to give a nomination to ...
I'd also have to give a nomination to rhubarb picking, except that I never got to do an 8 hour stretch. It was a drought year, started work at 7am. Unlike rhubarb picking at home, you basically just slash it to the ground, and then put the big stalks (with their leaf chopped off) in a fish bin at around $2.45 for a fish bin. Unfortunately, because of the drought, you could slash an entire enormous metre square rhubarb clump for like 2 stalks. I'm not sure in my 3 hours I filled a fish bin. Eventually, they realised how pointless it was, and stopped harvesting and increased the rate. I think I got $3.40 for my near full fish bin in the end. They increased the pay out of sympathy. $3.40 for 3 hours. Suck. Oh, and it was norwest and hot, even at that hour of the morning. That was also the last year they attempted to grow rhubarb.
Sweepers Head/Jumbo's Ass. now that ...
Sweepers Head/Jumbo's Ass.
now that was a shit job James.
Asparagus trials at Lincoln, that was tough.
Apple Picking in a hail season was fantastatic though, some days was $40 -50/hr.
and the weed to smoke, crikey.
Hippie/House bus "gypseys" used to tour seasonal work. Orchard owner wants to sell up (I think this was Kaituhna, it's all so hazy), there all nude out of it on whatever, and US Christians, Baptists no less are being shown around as potential buyers. that was pretty funny days work.
Potentialy all work is shit, act randomnly. ie adopt different personas for each day of the week, or take all your frustation out on your employer by utalising the OSH Act. everyone respects the H&S Rep.
and Pita Sharples has brought the rest ...
and Pita Sharples has brought the rest of the Maori Party to its senses so now Wayne "Road" Mapp's neo-facist 90day slave bill is fucked.
which goes to show, even shit work is better than none (mostly).
another reason to support the Union's, plenty o' work and muscle went into this.
and Lalie looked lovely on the news so LG should be stoked.
// Sweepers Head/Jumbo's Ass. // now ...
// Sweepers Head/Jumbo's Ass.
// now that was a shit job James.
ahaha! I'm pleased you recall that one. A recap, for those that missed it first time around...
[ external link ]
So, so many to pick from, but at the ...
So, so many to pick from, but at the moment I'm going with hoeing. You know those traffic islands with grandma-style flowerbeds on them? Well, a really big one can take over a day to hoe. There are a number of parameters that dictate how mind-numbling boring it is.
*Is it a seeringly hot canterbury nor'west day?
*Is it on a busy street where your friends are likely to toot at you, entertain, drop by for a chat?
*Do you have a radio, or some others working with you?
Obviously the worst case scenario is being alone without a radio on a really hot day. However, sometimes, working with someone who you find extremely tedious and/or who has set it to some radio station you can't stand can also be quite a trauma.
By contrast, I really quite like mowing sports fields or parks. There's quite a rhythmn to that. Cemeteries are slightly less fun. If your mower blows grass on the graves people complain, plus in lawn cemeteries mowing down the front of the graves is like a never-ending stream of judderbars due to the sinkage.
Also, Shelf-Tidying (with an honourable ...
Also, Shelf-Tidying (with an honourable mention for Shelving), but again, never a full day's work. I especially hated that I worked in the 400s,700s, & 800s. Mr Dewey was clearly not a fan of rugby, and the kind of people who like rugby clearly don't appreciate the finer nuances of putting 796.333092 LOM (SHI) after 796.333092 LOM. Actually, I don't think they just put the books back in the "sport" section. 796, 797, who cares, it's all sport right? Actually, I think they kind of got the idea that there was a rugby section.
And, to be fair, it's not just rugby, the knitters were equally as bad. Of course, it would be a lot easier if either of these things didn't have such long freaking numbers.
It does really reflect Dewey's priorities. Nietzsche has a whole 0.1 to himself (193.1) I think. In contrast, rugby has a .001 (796.333) all to itself.
// And, to be fair, it's not just ...
// And, to be fair, it's not just rugby, the knitters were equally as bad.
knitters? really? I'd have thought there methodical ways would have seen them as being model library patrons. obviously not.
and I feel your pain regarding shelving. when I worked at welly med library, that was one of my regular shifts. And not only did I have the nightmare of 10 digit dewey numbers, I'd occasionally flick through a book only to be confronted with the sorts of guts and gore imagery that convinced me that my decision to be a librarian over a doctor was one well made.
<i> I'd occasionally flick through a ...
I'd occasionally flick through a book only to be confronted with [snip] guts and gore.
Ohh, I know that feeling. I used to go out with a midwife. Once - and only once! - I started to look through her textbooks. Bleurgh!
//It does really reflect Dewey's ...
//It does really reflect Dewey's priorities. Nietzsche has a whole 0.1 to himself (193.1) I think. In contrast, rugby has a .001 (796.333) all to itself.
I prefer Dewey to the weird one they have at uni's! Numbers and letters all over the show, and the numbers after the decimal point are totally different numbers, not decimals. So 467.85 is nowhere near 467.8521.
I also always found the sports section to be in disarray with Dewey though. There needs to be a new system, dammit!
// I prefer Dewey to the weird one they ...
// I prefer Dewey to the weird one they have at uni's!
// Numbers and letters all over the show,
my experience of uni libraries is that it's not so much the system in place that causes shelving chaos, but the fact that they tend to use underpaid student assistants for that particular job.
they just don't care.
and, funnily enough, from my indepth ...
and, funnily enough, from my indepth experience of two uni libraries, and lesser experience with three others, the worst kept library in New Zealand is at Victoria, where all the library school students are usually those doing the menial jobs as they study towards their professional qualifications. What's that about?
I opened school returns at the Ministry ...
I opened school returns at the Ministry of Education for three years in my holidays. Two sackfulls or more of mail every day for two weeks. I opened them with a letter-opening machine, took out two pieces of paper, stamped every form, sorted them into primary, intermediate and secondary, and then entered their four digit number into a database. Every so often I'd geographically arrange the pieces of paper I took out, and file them alphabetically after that. Good times. This was is in the days before the iPod as well.
hehe - you opened them and I entered ...
hehe - you opened them and I entered them (for a couple of years)... I did the national role return data entry a couple of times and also was involved in doing some of the early childhood claimed hours forms too...
Data entry isn't too bad if the data is interesting!
//hehe - you opened them and I entered ...
//hehe - you opened them and I entered them (for a couple of years)...
Yay, I'm pleased that the forms actually went somewhere. I had visions of the boxes of paper just been stored somewhere in a secret bunker and not used. I read some of them too, but mostly just the ones that were saturated with perfume or were schools that I'd been to, which is how I found out that one of my favourite teachers had resigned (shout-outs to Mrs Berryman who cried every single year when she read out the part in The Odyessy when the dog dies...).
obviosely this is just a springboard ...
obviosely this is just a springboard for me to moan about the current employment. Today I repeated 4-5 steps on a database, ordering items froms lists, all day. The problem is you have to concentrate to pick up any problems, not like shelving or hoeing and interesection islands (classic that one), but it is so boring.
What's worse your in a room with insufferable weird goody good dweeby types, who want to do this their whole lives. The repression, the tension in the air....errrr..... the idea of doing it tommorow makes me feel ill, almost as bad as a sunday night when you realise there's 5 days of it ahead of you.
..and you've gotta love it, sit there, ...
..and you've gotta love it, sit there, straight back with a smile on your face staring in utter fascination at the same boring thing. Fuck some people are weird.
rdor, you're a <i>genius</i>, bloke! ...
rdor, you're a genius, bloke! In the space of two sentences you came up with several choice bands names! These have me laughing out loud. How about this for a gig line up?
* The Insufferable Weird Goody-good Dweeby Types
* The Idea of Doing It
* Tommorow Makes Me Feel Ill
* Almost as Bad as a Sunday Night
* 5 Days of It Ahead of You
with special guests, "obviously this is ...
with special guests, "obviously this is just a springboard" : P
WHAT AN AWESOME TOPIC!! I'd like to ...
WHAT AN AWESOME TOPIC!! I'd like to say microfilming was nauseatingly boring hell, but for the repetitiveness of the work, I had a tape player and listened to a whole stack of my favourite music 8 hours a day. Also, I made more money than I'd ever seen in one place before.
My most hated job was probably delivering pamphlets - specifically the 4-page ones that only got me 2c apiece - about $3.50 for an hour and a half of work. The chunkier ones were better because I got more money for them and they were way easier to shove into the letterbox - took me 45 minutes to get $5.00.
The job I remember with the greatest embarrassment was a cushy job babysitting. I ate a *lot*, watched TV, and told the (8- and 6-year-old) girls all about the Armageddon and how they would either be executed or be condemned to hell for eternity. Blame Barry Smith; it was a very tempestuous time for the pentecostals.
Guess mine would have to be pilkington ...
Guess mine would have to be pilkington glass, 8 hours sometime 16 on a double shift loading the flat glass windscreens onto the moulds in the furnace buckets, with nothing but an old 1940's valve radio .. which I had nothing against personally .. playing Stevie Wonder's "I just called to say I love you" about 6 times an hour, and I couldn't change the channel as the radio was at the furnace operators end and he liked what he liked ... my minds at rest thou as I think the loading's done by robot now, saw it on a TV prog the otherday "how it's made" so no one has to be put thro it anymore.
Heh. As I said above, sometimes the ...
Heh. As I said above, sometimes the only thing worse than no radio is someone else's radio, with whom you don't share a musical preference.
Thinking of the furnace thing. I was at this old steelmill in germany a couple of months ago -- it's now a heritage park. And they had this series of 100m tall blast furnaces, where you basically stick coal and iron ore in the top, and as it all burns up you end up with 2000degree molten steel at the bottom of this furnace. At the bottom is a small door, which lets the steel flow out into the molds etc. Once every hour the door is opened. It's quite a little door, given the 15 storey high thing that it's attached to. But apparently, until 1953, every hour the manager would come out and indicate that it was /time/. And some poor bastard equipped with a small hammer to bash the catch had to walk right up to the bottom of the furnace, and bash the catch so the door would open.
The whole steel mill was pretty cool. It's all been planted with trees and stuff, but I bet it was a lot less fun when it was still belching coal smoke and hot as hell.
our furnace was just like a big oven, ...
our furnace was just like a big oven, with I think eight bays at ever increasing temps, heated the glass up to almost melting point, the operator would look thro a small window in the bucket and watch the glass bent into shape then move it onto a cooling bay .. basic explanation I know but that's about it, if it was a hot day then the I'd wear gloves to take the glass out when it returned to me for off loading and re-loading as it retained it's heat, cold days just hands ... my god I'm going on about the most boring job I've done ... I'll stop now .. but I'll just say the toughing furnace's were the hot ones red hot and almost molten glass, one had a rupture in a hydraulic pipe once into the pit, sent a huge ball of flame to the roof, for some reason the fire alarm didn't go off and I only found out we were on fire when some one walked ... yes walked .. thro the room I was in saying " were on fire, leave thro the nearest exit" So obviously I, and others wondered to our lockers got our belongings and sauntered outside, only to look over our shoulder to see a huge orange glow over the toughing furnaces, which were housed in another part of the factory ....
Log Counter. Sounds easy right - ...
Log Counter.
Sounds easy right - after the first 2 - 3 thousand it get's pretty damn tough and bloody boring. We wern't allowed to have personal stereos as it was a work site and lots of forklifts and machinery would come by often.
I can honestly say I have counted tens of thousands of logs in my life!
what else could be hell... people do ...
what else could be hell...
people do this, so much for science leading to an interesting career
*plating bacteria all day
*doing PCR's all day (dna maps)
*mixing the same solution all day
oh the poor science bachelors grad
finding non-sphagnum twigs in sphagnum ...
finding non-sphagnum twigs in sphagnum moss. it was so boring that i actually got lightheaded and passed out. brain said "ENOUGH! I'm OUTTA here!"
i worked at a jean manufacturer on ...
i worked at a jean manufacturer on cashel street. i had to suck the trouserlegs of the jeans so they weren't inside out- using a large yellow machine with a foot pedal,=attach the pants, hit the foot pedal, suck the trouser legs through. got through about 800 pairs of pants a day.
ahaha oh god...
ahaha oh god
five arrests and a restraning order ...
five arrests and a restraning order later i feel pretty confident i've gotten over the experience
lol .. glad your on the mend mate .....
lol .. glad your on the mend mate ..
School....
School.
teaching? or learning?...
teaching? or learning?
since when was school 8 hours of actual ...
since when was school 8 hours of actual work?
9-3:30, minus 1.5 hours lunch and morning break. That's 5 hours max of work.
hmm - i've had a few pretty bad ...
hmm - i've had a few pretty bad ones...
worst one involved around 10000 A1 sized glossy posters, a warehouse full of empty cardboard tubes and a massive stack of individually addressed labels...took around 2 weeks for me and anther person to pack and send them all.
Cleaning the new Queensgate mall in ...
Cleaning the new Queensgate mall in Lower Hutt over Christmas. Just walking round with a broom for 8 hours, occasionally emptying the bins ... I wasn't in a very good frame of mind at the time, either, so spent most of the time wondering how best to kill myself haha.
my god, 8 hours of queens gate !!! I'm ...
my god, 8 hours of queens gate !!! I'm guessing you were going thro a bad patch hence your comment above, if so hope things are sorted mate, but that aside 8 HOURS OF QUEENS GATE !!!! . I have a feeling my mind would wonder to other things too .. above mentioned included ... I've only been there while on visits back home, and yeah as far as malls go, it beats wainuiomata's mall hands down, but I found the few hours we were there bad enough .. being a bloke shopping's not too close to my heart .. but I have a Mother, sister and niece and last time I was there it was at Christmas .. enough said I think. As it goes my niece works at the mall now, coffee shop I think, so next year assuming she keeps the job, guess I'll be back there, but this time, I'll be drinking coffee while they shop. I also remember it as a bus station where I used to catch the bus back over the hill, it had like a 1930's cafe / dinner place on the top corner with plastic chairs and formica topped tables, the ticket hall in the middle, that was back in the 70's I think. Any how I'm off topic so will sign off by saying .. I've had 11 hours of average boring work today ..
Yeah, things are tops now! Thanks for ...
Yeah, things are tops now! Thanks for asking :)
I think there's two ways you can go with with mind dumbingly boring jobs like these - either just do a whole heap of thinking, about every possible subject, or completely shut your brain off and go into autopilot. I went for the thinking, one or two of the other guys had been on autopilot for about 20 years! It was sad.
what woman would want you if you did a ...
what woman would want you if you did a job like that
At one point and old man came up to me ...
At one point and old man came up to me and said I just had to keep a positive outlook and things would get better hahaha.
But no, not the most alluring of professions.
// things would get better after ...
// things would get better
after you die, that is...
Maybe he was an old staffmember ...
Maybe he was an old staffmember himself, who had gone on to greater things?!
it's sad really when you're stupid, ...
it's sad really when you're stupid, but just intelligent enough to be *aware* that you're stupid, and doing a dummy job.