Late teens, just out of college - my first ever full time job. Was pretty desperate as my parents had dropped the bombshell that they expected me to pay my way - so applied for half the jobs in the paper.
Ended up getting one at a cleaning firm - basically, the task was to take a Ford Transit with a jet washer and an IBC water container to new build houses and clean the outside of things like mortar, brick dust etc to make them look pretty. It was.....grim, to say the least. The work was ******* awful:
Then he started taking the piss on hours. The deal was a flat day rate for 7 - 3, which rapidly became 7 - 4, then 5 and 6. Anyway, the straw that broke the camels back was when the boss was on-site with me in the other van. He managed to fall off his ladder and break his foot, then declared that I was to stay "until the job was done". Watched him drive off site, packed up the van, parked it at base and never went back.
I'd only just passed my driving test and so I also very nearly killed myself when I was told to drive the van between sites with the water container full. Was probably close to, or over, maximum weight and sailed straight through a set of traffic lights at the end of a motorway slip road. That was a lesson!
I don't put it on my CV..
Ended up getting one at a cleaning firm - basically, the task was to take a Ford Transit with a jet washer and an IBC water container to new build houses and clean the outside of things like mortar, brick dust etc to make them look pretty. It was.....grim, to say the least. The work was ******* awful:
- I hated heights (Part of me thought the job would cure me of my fear - didn't work!)
- My work mate was the chavviest chav known to chav (And recently banned from driving after a short Police pursuit that he was very proud of)
- Boss wasn't much better
- I spent most of the day soaking wet, freezing cold and covered in rank chemicals (This was winter time)
Then he started taking the piss on hours. The deal was a flat day rate for 7 - 3, which rapidly became 7 - 4, then 5 and 6. Anyway, the straw that broke the camels back was when the boss was on-site with me in the other van. He managed to fall off his ladder and break his foot, then declared that I was to stay "until the job was done". Watched him drive off site, packed up the van, parked it at base and never went back.
I'd only just passed my driving test and so I also very nearly killed myself when I was told to drive the van between sites with the water container full. Was probably close to, or over, maximum weight and sailed straight through a set of traffic lights at the end of a motorway slip road. That was a lesson!
I don't put it on my CV..
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