The Most Boring Jobs In The World
WHITE HORSE PICKING
I've had zillions of jobs. I wandered the world for nearly 10 years back in the distant past, and got around by working for a while before moving on somewhere else. I have swept out buses in Frankfurt, dug ditches in Spain, gutted fish in Iceland, stacked timber in Canada and been a security guard in London. Some were great. Some were bloody awful. There is nothing worse than a boring job. I think the worst I ever had was in London, picking white horses, ..... let me explain. You sat in front of a plastic extruding machine, it had a hopper filled with white plastic beads. In front of you was a mould, about the size of a coffee table book. It hissed and smoked as molten plastic was injected into it. Then, it opened about 4 inches, and spat out the product into a small hopper filled with water which was supposed to cool it. The product was zillions of little white horses, destined, I think, for whisky bottles. Now all these zillions of little white horses were on a stalk of plastic, from the channels in the mould. Those horses had to be picked off, one by one. They were hot, so you had to wear gloves. You would get halfway through and the machine would spit out another lot. The air was full of smoke and the stench of hot molten plastic. It was hot and noisy. There was a nazi who wandered around exhorting you to work faster.
I was there because I was working for an agency, they had sent us there on a temporary assignment. After 25 years when it was lunch time, I came out of the hell hole for lunch, to be confronted by a picket. We were being used to scab for workers, mostly immigrants, who had gone on strike to get a small increase in their pathetic wages. I went back in, told the rest what was going on and we left, never Thank God, to return.
ENVELOPE STUFFING
Yep, done that. But I see there are ways to stuff envelopes lovingly...
"Use your time alone in the house between envelope stuffing sessions to spread little "I Love You's" all around the house where only he or she will find them..."
"We hope you enjoyed these romantic ideas for meanginful breaks you can take from your envelope stuffing."
OVAL BISCUIT STANDER UPPER
A just out of school job. You stood at the end of a conveyer spewing freshly cooked biscuits which fell on end, into guide rails, on another conveyor belt. No problem for round bikkies, but oval ones could fall one way or another inside the guide rails, and cause much grief at the packing/wrapping machine. So you stood for 8 hours with a plastic card, flicking them upright. Flick flick flick, and again, flick flick flick......
I shall add more boring jobs from time to time, but, .... if you are in such a job, help is at hand..... Make like a helicopter.
A good exercise is observing your life from a helicopter-perspective. Pretend to hang in the sky.
I've had zillions of jobs. I wandered the world for nearly 10 years back in the distant past, and got around by working for a while before moving on somewhere else. I have swept out buses in Frankfurt, dug ditches in Spain, gutted fish in Iceland, stacked timber in Canada and been a security guard in London. Some were great. Some were bloody awful. There is nothing worse than a boring job. I think the worst I ever had was in London, picking white horses, ..... let me explain. You sat in front of a plastic extruding machine, it had a hopper filled with white plastic beads. In front of you was a mould, about the size of a coffee table book. It hissed and smoked as molten plastic was injected into it. Then, it opened about 4 inches, and spat out the product into a small hopper filled with water which was supposed to cool it. The product was zillions of little white horses, destined, I think, for whisky bottles. Now all these zillions of little white horses were on a stalk of plastic, from the channels in the mould. Those horses had to be picked off, one by one. They were hot, so you had to wear gloves. You would get halfway through and the machine would spit out another lot. The air was full of smoke and the stench of hot molten plastic. It was hot and noisy. There was a nazi who wandered around exhorting you to work faster.
I was there because I was working for an agency, they had sent us there on a temporary assignment. After 25 years when it was lunch time, I came out of the hell hole for lunch, to be confronted by a picket. We were being used to scab for workers, mostly immigrants, who had gone on strike to get a small increase in their pathetic wages. I went back in, told the rest what was going on and we left, never Thank God, to return.
ENVELOPE STUFFING
Yep, done that. But I see there are ways to stuff envelopes lovingly...
"Use your time alone in the house between envelope stuffing sessions to spread little "I Love You's" all around the house where only he or she will find them..."
"We hope you enjoyed these romantic ideas for meanginful breaks you can take from your envelope stuffing."
OVAL BISCUIT STANDER UPPER
A just out of school job. You stood at the end of a conveyer spewing freshly cooked biscuits which fell on end, into guide rails, on another conveyor belt. No problem for round bikkies, but oval ones could fall one way or another inside the guide rails, and cause much grief at the packing/wrapping machine. So you stood for 8 hours with a plastic card, flicking them upright. Flick flick flick, and again, flick flick flick......
I shall add more boring jobs from time to time, but, .... if you are in such a job, help is at hand..... Make like a helicopter.
A good exercise is observing your life from a helicopter-perspective. Pretend to hang in the sky.
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