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Who Remembers Their Very First Job!?
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And did you stay in that field of work?
Mine was a wages clerk for a huge company on an industrial estate. There were four of us in the office and my boss was a tyrant of a woman in her fifties, who hated all of us lol. She just barked orders all day, every day and I used to dread getting up to go in. Lasted there about six months and them was offered another job in a very nice new swish office a few miles away which I leapt at the chance!
After a few years I decided that office life wasn't for me - and ended up doing a variety of things, now working from home doing two jobs, but hours when I want, yet I always remember that first job....
Mine was a wages clerk for a huge company on an industrial estate. There were four of us in the office and my boss was a tyrant of a woman in her fifties, who hated all of us lol. She just barked orders all day, every day and I used to dread getting up to go in. Lasted there about six months and them was offered another job in a very nice new swish office a few miles away which I leapt at the chance!
After a few years I decided that office life wasn't for me - and ended up doing a variety of things, now working from home doing two jobs, but hours when I want, yet I always remember that first job....
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Straight after School, and a few weeks after my 16th Birthday. I only lasted about 3½ weeks!
It was for a small, local company who made Meat pies, and I spent most of it in the Freezers, hauling out pieces of Meat, and feeding them into the mincing machines. The rest of the time I was taking the machines apart and cleaning them.
It was for a small, local company who made Meat pies, and I spent most of it in the Freezers, hauling out pieces of Meat, and feeding them into the mincing machines. The rest of the time I was taking the machines apart and cleaning them.
My first real job, much to my mother's shock, involved me moving across to the other side of the country.
General Assistant in an hotel.
Hours were tough, pay lousy but I liked it.
Left, became a book-keeper for various companies, then complete twist of fate, became a book-keeper in a B&B and doubled up as a receptionist.
Loved that job.
General Assistant in an hotel.
Hours were tough, pay lousy but I liked it.
Left, became a book-keeper for various companies, then complete twist of fate, became a book-keeper in a B&B and doubled up as a receptionist.
Loved that job.
Left school trained as chef did that for 5 years lousy money and 14 hour days soon had enough of that ...joined royal mail parcels was ther for 25 years loved every minute ..like being at butlins everyday lol.
Became warehouse supervisor 8 years hated that job..forever chasing people around.
Done 5 yrs in john lewis as cleaning supervisor then 2 yrs ago had a bit of a fall done back in big time retired at 59
Became warehouse supervisor 8 years hated that job..forever chasing people around.
Done 5 yrs in john lewis as cleaning supervisor then 2 yrs ago had a bit of a fall done back in big time retired at 59
Part time petrol pump attendant.I loved it, a couple of hours a day after I'd done my homework and as many Saturdays and Sundays as I wanted for 2/- an hour plus tips I was the envy of my mates who were getting up in the middle of the night doing paper rounds in all weather for next to nothing.First real job was as an apprentice at the Pit did that for thirty years till the Pits were all closed.
A memorable summer job was picking and packing orders for a well-known catalogue company, they were rife in Bolton in the 60s and 70s. They made the mistake of saying they were getting rid of all the temps a couple of weeks early so we decided to have fun by swapping labels for parcels, some guy in the Highlands got some sexy lingerie for example. The returns must have been busy for weeks.
It probably counts as dorrman at a hotel in Portrush over the Easter weekend 1981: as a teenage student I was probably not the best choice to keep the riff raff out, and the very first night there was a massive brawl in one of the hotel bars!
My abiding memory of that weekend (apart from being eyed up by the female guests lol) was watching a processing of young skinheads carrying a proper Nazi swastika down the street outside. And a youth from a few doors away was stabbed to death by thugs from Belfast. Easter weekend in 1980s Portrush: peace and love.
My abiding memory of that weekend (apart from being eyed up by the female guests lol) was watching a processing of young skinheads carrying a proper Nazi swastika down the street outside. And a youth from a few doors away was stabbed to death by thugs from Belfast. Easter weekend in 1980s Portrush: peace and love.
"Sqad- why would you repeat it so quickly?"
After years of training and not being taken seriously,suddenly you found yourself totally relied upon, although very junior, the first port of call for all matters of urgency. Great liaison with the nursing staff both socially and professionally and practical experience "pouring in" at regular intervals. After operating in the middle of the night, eggs an bacon would be available and prepared for you in the ward kitchen, something that is not available now.
That year was ...MAGIC.
After years of training and not being taken seriously,suddenly you found yourself totally relied upon, although very junior, the first port of call for all matters of urgency. Great liaison with the nursing staff both socially and professionally and practical experience "pouring in" at regular intervals. After operating in the middle of the night, eggs an bacon would be available and prepared for you in the ward kitchen, something that is not available now.
That year was ...MAGIC.
Oh the memories are flooding back! Hope this doesn't offend anyone, it's not meant to. Another summer job was on reception at an engineering company, the company driver had gone to pick up an important American client from the airport, the door opened and a very large black man approached the desk, hand out-stretched and said, as I heard it, Morning young lady I am a coon. His proffered business card named him as Aloysius Kuhn, but the shock was dreadful. I did hope that someone advised him about what not to say.
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