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"Good Job / Bad Job"

Started my new job today.

Good Job: I get Paid
Bad Job: Not that much

Good Job: It's easy work
Bad Job: It's boring as hell

Good Job: It's within 50 yards of a snooker club
Bad Job: The club is expensive and smells of smoke

Good Job: I got to wear a suit to work
Bad Job: I was the only one who did. Some people don't even wear a tie..


I've been filing for hours. Stupid bits of paper that will never see the light of day again, but have to be filed away with pointless accuracy.
And tomorrow I get to do it again.
And the next day
And the next
[Repeat until September]

Oh well, at least I can sneak in another half hour at the snooker club tomorrow.
I might start putting in some time at the end of the day too, wait for the rush hour to die before I drive home. If I'm not wearing my suit I don't really have to worry about the smoke...

can't be arsed to get a job so i get £15 a week for walking my 2 dogs everyday, doing the dishwasher, and other crappy house jobs. really should get a job.... oh well...

I get to analyse databases all day. 2 years in, and no-one has yet told me exactly what database analysis is . The work is hard, but that's okay cos the pay is dreadful.

Bombay Duck wrote:
"Some people don't even wear a tie...

"I've been filing for hours. Stupid bits of paper that will never see the light of day again, but have to be filed away with pointless accuracy.
And tomorrow I get to do it again.
And the next day
And the next
[Repeat until September]"
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Heh. Reminds me of Fight Club...

;)

Mr Snuggly wrote:
> I got yours beat.
>
> I get to open envelopes. Over and over again. In a cold warehouse.
> Listening to the seven songs Ten 17 play on a constant loop. With a
> 16yr old supervisor. For £5 an hour.
>
> *misses dossing at SR*

That's so harsh.

I top you both!

30 hours a week with £4/hour pay and it's never easy, always frantic but mostly boring. Where? :-)

Welcome to the Maccy D's madhouse.

:-)



Still, I COULD get another job if I wasn't so lazy! :-D

I got yours beat.

I get to open envelopes. Over and over again. In a cold warehouse. Listening to the seven songs Ten 17 play on a constant loop. With a 16yr old supervisor. For £5 an hour.

*misses dossing at SR*

Hmmm.

I think I'll stop now.

Hoho.

So what. I've never used it in all my long hard years.

But you didn't give me your baton!

Heeelllpp!

Here you go.

Now, go protect.