Category Archives: Agency Worker

I am totally fucking knackered… I am a physical wreck… My body has more aches than I knew were possible… I am in pain… The job, ladies and gentleman, has taken it’s toll. After an initial burst of godlike magnificence … Continue reading →

As we were repeatedly informed by the brainless fucktards on BRMB (one of our two equally awful tip-pot local radio stations, the other being Heart) it was (still is) “colder than Iceland!” tonight. Give a moron a phrase like that … Continue reading →

I am totally fucking psyched! I am the king of box lugging! My body is a powerful machine! I am a god! The fitness, ladies and gentlemen, is back. After three days of feeling like a relative wimp at the … Continue reading →

So I’m working at a distribution depot for a courier who generally deal in large boxes. The system is very simple. Vans come into the warehouse laden with boxes. We remove the boxes from the vans and throw place them … Continue reading →

Had an iffy couple of weeks, truth be told. Nothing specific and I’m tempted to just put it down to January and that combination of dreary weather and the niggling feeling, however much you try and rationalise it away, that … Continue reading →

The greatest of all possibly disasters than can befall the staff of a municipal multi-story car park occurred today and I, dear reader, played a critical role in dealing with it. At a little after 1800h the kettle broke. And … Continue reading →

One of the most thrilling responsibilities of my job as car park attendant (weekends only) is checking the stairwells. I’m checking these for blockages, specifically in the form of teenagers who will use this space for “hanging out” away from … Continue reading →