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No others than I know of!

The Shoebury factory has only been running around ten years.

Those of us from the old skool remember when they had operations in Rochford and Southend.

Truly mind numbing work and whenever feel like Discussing about my current job I cast my mind back to when I was pressing sponge frogs/rabbits/fish out of sheets of foam or unloading lorries full of Scandinavian scouring pads.
 
The Shoebury factory has only been running around ten years.

Those of us from the old skool remember when they had operations in Rochford and Southend.

Truly mind numbing work and whenever feel like Discussing about my current job I cast my mind back to when I was pressing sponge frogs/rabbits/fish out of sheets of foam or unloading lorries full of Scandinavian scouring pads.

I must be old school - I worked in the EGL factory near the Railway pub. I had to separate the pulp fibre before loading it into the machine.

Working in a nightclub called Walkers in Edinburgh was pretty bad as well - raided twice, a fight every other week, a murder...
 
The Shoebury factory has only been running around ten years.

Those of us from the old skool remember when they had operations in Rochford and Southend.

Truly mind numbing work and whenever feel like Discussing about my current job I cast my mind back to when I was pressing sponge frogs/rabbits/fish out of sheets of foam or unloading lorries full of Scandinavian scouring pads.

Do you remember Lesneys (Matchbox)

We used to go along the railway tracks and nick all the odd bits of Scalectrix track at the back of the factory
 
The Shoebury factory has only been running around ten years.

Those of us from the old skool remember when they had operations in Rochford and Southend.

Truly mind numbing work and whenever feel like Discussing about my current job I cast my mind back to when I was pressing sponge frogs/rabbits/fish out of sheets of foam or unloading lorries full of Scandinavian scouring pads.

Right I see, I was a machine setter which was about as good as it got in that ****hole! 3 and a half years I was stuck in that place! :'(
 
Worst job, was working in a cash and carry in the cold room. Temperature never above 2 degrees and all I had was a fleece with a busted zip to keep me warm. Pay was £5.70 a hour and I had to work 6 days a week including all day saturday and sunday morning. Alos wasn't allowed to leave the premises on a weekend until all the money had been locked up incase of an arm robbery (like I was going to do anything to stop them).
Other crap jobs that I have had
Working in ASDA in 1986 on a friday night, then going to Sainsbury's on the saturday to work there.
Loss adjuster on the YTS at Bryata House (exscue spelling) on the YTS. Working in an accountancy firm in Southend on the YTS. where the manager expected the staff to go to church on a Sunday.
 
Broke my back doing 15 and a half years as an undertaker/funeral director (10yrs too long! AND I've heard all the jokes too so don't bother eh) - did meet some right sick weirdo's, coppers without the sense they were born with, coroners officers whom only knew what paracetamol does, people who thought they were strong - then met me lol!. Owned my business for 7 and a half, security control room ops and now do what I want after some people shat in my life some - gets to a stage you just give up caring about yourself........and do it for the kids.
McKenzie Friends!
 
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I've done that too. Absurdly early starts, followed by 8 hours of mindnumbing boredom checking that the laminations were nice and smooth. Quality control i suppose, frequently nodded off only to miss a load of pages going past on the conveyer belt.

Also...
Driller of holes in handles at a factory at Rayleigh Weir.
A certain crap bicycle company that used to be near Kent Elms on the A127

Hahaha!

I too gave this a go but had to leave as I was pretty sure my brain was about to up and leave. I was always staggered that people could work there from 10 til 6. Pm to Am that is

Had I done it for longer, it would have overtaken the number one.

I worked for 4 months in 2005 as a supposed accounts assistant. For about a week this involved looking through one set of figures and making sure they matched up with another set of figures. Went through about 4000 pages and then had to do it again because my supervisor had got it wrong. I actually had to walk out of the office before I said something I might regret. For two weeks it was then actually quite good in that I had something to do.

For the remainder though, I had to work enough hours to pay for my ski season so I was going in there for 10-12 hours a day doing literally nothing and with a restricted Internet, this really was nothing. The only job I've ever had where I fell asleep at my desk from doing nothing. I believe they've been taken over now!
 
When I was about 19 I worked for a internet recruitment company for the hotel and lesiure industry that had come over here from America. For some reason I took a job in West Hampstead which took me 2 hours each way.

The job was really jazzed up in the interview but the basic idea was to cold various hotel managers and sell them our internet recrutiement tool rather than them using the more traditional methods such as the press etc.

After two days I knew it was a mistake and I hated every minute. My boss was a fat american who we all hated. Every minute seemed like an hour and its was soul destroying. Stuck it for six months when I managed to escape into fiancial services.

The only good thing was the lads that I worked there with were a good laugh and everyone hated the boss so it was a joke once he had left.

I would nominate my current role as one that is most tedious however altough its liveable.
 
Worked in a mining village one year after the coal strikes,i tell you no place for a southerner to be,after the met had been there.
The after effects from that strike was'nt pretty,could'nt finish that contract quick enough,sad times.
 
It wasn't work in that I wasn't paid, but I recently had to do some camerawork for the college I attend for... sorry, I've gone and forgotten, but it was two weeks ago, some big week-long thing that culminated on Friday. I was put in the atrium, so the rest of my team and I basically spent five minutes doing a quick pan and scan of the boards there, then we spent the rest of the day sat around with the camera off waiting for something decent to happen.

Mind you, it did mean a day of no work, so why am I complaining?
 
Many years ago I used to work on the door at the "Pink Toothbrush" loved the job but every time the door opened used to get high on the dope that was being smoken inside
 
RIP Roy Castle, but what was the downside of working there?

Throwing out the drunks who thought they could take on the world. Normally they were the really scrawny ones and then they would throw up all over you. Have to say tho, in those days if anybody wanted a fight at least it was with fists and not knives and guns like today.

I suppose I was very fortunate in comparisam to some and found quite often the calm, non-threatening approach and communication worked much better than the thuggery approach although it was a good way to release frustrations - if you get my drift
 
Throwing out the drunks who thought they could take on the world. Normally they were the really scrawny ones and then they would throw up all over you. Have to say tho, in those days if anybody wanted a fight at least it was with fists and not knives and guns like today.

I suppose I was very fortunate in comparisam to some and found quite often the calm, non-threatening approach and communication worked much better than the thuggery approach although it was a good way to release frustrations - if you get my drift

Ah that sounds a bit more like it. How many years ago are we talking (you can name it by players of that era if you don't want to reveal how young you are)?

I've done that too. Absurdly early starts, followed by 8 hours of mindnumbing boredom

I can assure you 8 hours of mindnumbing boredom is infinitely preferable to 12 hours+ of mindnumbing boredom.
 

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