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Working the "graveyard shift" 12:00 AM to 8:00 AM in a meat packing plant for many months. Some people do like to work that shift!

Cheers,
Philbert

I worked for three months in a wholesaler's store. 10pm to 6am. Crap job, and with only a couple of exceptions, really horrible people.

They used to search us every morning when we left, and everything was on cctv - except the warehouse.

One creep tried to grope a young girl in the warehouse where he knew there was no cctv coverage, so the girl, myself, and a friend of mine complained to the manager.

We were told that it was her word against his, and as there were no witnesses, that was the end of the matter.

I finished one morning a couple of weeks before my contract came to an end and just never went back there.

Thankfully I've never had to do anything as mind-numbingly mundane before or since.

Regards

Skoob.

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I worked for three months in a wholesaler's store. 10pm to 6am. Crap job, and with only a couple of exceptions, really horrible people.

They used to search us every morning when we left, and everything was on cctv - except the warehouse.

One creep tried to grope a young girl in the warehouse where he knew there was no cctv coverage, so the girl, myself, and a friend of mine complained to the manager.

We were told that it was her word against his, and as there were no witnesses, that was the end of the matter.

I finished one morning a couple of weeks before my contract came to an end and just never went back there.

Thankfully I've never had to do anything as mind-numbingly mundane before or since.

Regards

Skoob.

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I worked as porno star once, pretty boring especially whilst penetrating!

Boring? Who for?

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Boring? Who for?

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The one who makes the slapping noises!

I recently stopped providing my custodial services to several San Francisco adult theatres and private viewing arcades.

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I recently stopped providing my custodial services to several San Francisco adult theatres and private viewing arcades.

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Why? Miss your period again?

You do wash your hands before you type your stories right?

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I recently stopped providing my custodial services to several San Francisco adult theatres and private viewing arcades.

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Dear SFO

Custodial services?

This is unclear.

Why not use the word patronage?

Not being picky or anything, it's just that here in the UK custodial usually refers to prison sentences. Had me momentarily confused, that's all.

I usually try to edit what I write on here as accurately as possible, but sometimes on a re-reading, I find I missed out a whole load of crap.

I am the typo king!

Come on SFO, grant me that honour at least and I'll love you forever.

But not in a gay way.

Obviously.

Skoob.

Skoob,

In the US a custodian is a janitor. Clean up guy. Mops floors, fishes soggy butts from urinals, empties waste bins, and make a little over the minimum wage. Often they'll complain about everything and talk about how smart and under utilitized they are and in reality are just a victim of the 'system.'
Reads like he might have worked as a spent sploogie clean up man. Gee! Wonder what his resume had in it when he applied.

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I recently stopped providing my custodial services to several San Francisco adult theatres and private viewing arcades.

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Dear SFO

Custodial services?

This is unclear.

Not being picky or anything, it's just that here in the UK custodial usually refers to prison sentences. Had me momentarily confused, that's all.

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Interesting! I looked it up - you are correct. Here's what I was going for:

Custodian: A person entrusted with the custody or care of something or someone; a caretaker or keeper; a janitor (US); a cleaner

By the way, all, that was a joke... though obviously, places like these must employ someone to perform this service.

Ewwww!!

So you used to mop up the wank booths?

I'm not being sarcastic here.

I'm just baffled.

Bear in mind I'm English.

Custodianship of said establishments involves cleaning up jizz?

Jeeeeezzze.

As I once related to you you, I worked in care for people who couldn't manage without help. That involved cleaning shit up. Those people couldn't help it.

But cleaning cum up?

You should have given them a sock or something on the door.

And a bin to toss it into (no pun intended)

That must have been horrible.

Personally speaking, rather than clear up the mess they left behind them, I'd have punched their fucking lights out.

Still, you have to make a living.

Take care my friend

It's taken a while, but I think I'm starting to see where you're coming from.

Sometimes, I'm not too quick on the uptake.

Sometimes I make rash, unfounded judgemental decisions.

And sometimes I get things wrong.

Kindest Regards Mi Amigo

Skoob

Hasta Lluego.

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So you used to mop up the wank booths?

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I've heard they're worse in Florida.

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So you used to mop up the wank booths?

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I've heard they're worse in Florida.

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Sorry SFO,

Is this meant to mean something relating to the thread?

I've never visited Florida, in your wonderful country. I've only ever visited New York City. I just wondered about the Florida reference.

Probably got nothing to do with me...

Has it?

God, sometimes I'm such a fucking spanner...

So sorry....carry on...

I feel a right twat now!

Regards

Skoob.

I once worked on the USS Sanctuary (AH-17); it was a hospital ship that sat three-four klicks east of DaNang and we recieved wounded warriors to fix up when possible. As good as we were +90% success rate, some Marines and Army troopers died.

I had been slightly wounded by a chunk of metal and was doing rehab work on the ship, in the morgue. We did not spend a lot of time cleaning them up; they had morticians to do that stuff. We kept them in cold storage until they could be evacuated to Tokyo or Pearl.

This was a truely shitty job. There were six of us pulling eight-hour, two-man shifts. We did not ever disrescept our fallen. We knew too many of them.

But there was this master Chief Petty Officer (E-9), who would visit us about everyday. He'd insist on seeing the worst of the casulties and we couldn't stop him.

This chief has a wooden lower leg. And he was forever getting it shoved to the side and tripping on it. And that gave me an idea.

Next day, one of the afternoon shift guys got zipped up into a body bag, and when we heard the chief's wooden leg coming down the way, we slid him into the cooler.

The chief came in and noticed the other sailor was missing and asked where he had gone off to. With great saddness, we told the chief that he had slipped on the ladder and broken his neck and smashed in his head.

The chief asked to see his body. We tried to talk him out of it but he insisted. So, we told him to open the locker the guy was in. The chief slid it out and bent over the zipper at the head and pulled it down till our boy's face showed.

The sailor opened his eyes and just said "Boo," very quietly.

The chief took of screaming into the passagway, but was only sporting one leg and a short stump.

It was the shittiest job I ever had. But for that one moment, it was the best job in the US Navy.

Frankie The J:

Thank you for your service.

Have you ever considered writing about all the funny/anecdotal things you saw while in the military. I spent my working career around Navy people and some of the stories they told were hysterical.

Cheers,
Philbert

By the way, all, that was a joke... though obviously, places like these must employ someone to perform this service.

Ewwww!!

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Yeah right, a joke OK.

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So you used to mop up the wank booths?

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I've heard they're worse in Florida.

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They're (booths) outlawed in Florida.

I'm guessing that a guy with as much talent as you felt pretty low accepting that job.

I used to work on sites, erecting precast concrete and had to go to the small village of Watton, in Norfolk, to erect an extension to a pig abbatoir.

It was in the middle of summer, Norfolk was the hottest part of the country and we were working next to the blood filter, which blocked regularly.

All day all we could hear was the squealling pigs and the smell was disgusting.

All day you saw truck after truck lining up with pigs awaiting slaughter.

Apparently they used to kill around 2000 pigs a day.

Oh, and by the way, I'm a vegetarian................

Hey birbee,

Greetings.

Not my experience, but I once worked with a guy who had worked in a chicken processing plant. He said he had to give it up because he was turning psycho. Said all his workmates were raving nutters.

Sometimes, the live chickens would get their feet trapped in grids, and if that happened, these whack jobs would kick them like footballs, often tearing the birds feet/legs off in the process.

They thought it was funny apparently.

Strikes me as fucking hilarious

Regards

Skoob.

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By the way, all, that was a joke... though obviously, places like these must employ someone to perform this service.

Ewwww!!

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Yeah right, a joke OK.

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No time to argue.

Must stuff shirt and go to work while stories rack up thousand of hits.

Have a nice day Mr. Number six!

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Must stuff shirt and go to work while stories rack up thousand of hits.

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Putting falsies and kleenex in your bra again? We didn't know you were a cross dressing dancer too!

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Hey birbee,

Greetings.

Not my experience, but I once worked with a guy who had worked in a chicken processing plant. He said he had to give it up because he was turning psycho. Said all his workmates were raving nutters.

Sometimes, the live chickens would get their feet trapped in grids, and if that happened, these whack jobs would kick them like footballs, often tearing the birds feet/legs off in the process.

They thought it was funny apparently.

Strikes me as fucking hilarious

Regards

Skoob.

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Oi oi Skoob,

The village of Watton is (or was back then) basically an extension of the pig slaughter house.

The funniest thing was that no matter where you went to eat in the evening, Pork was always the 'special'.............

Cheers birbee mate.

Hope everything's working out for you.

Regards

Skoob.

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Putting falsies and kleenex in your bra again? We didn't know you were a cross dressing dancer too!

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