04-15-2004, 12:56 AM
I worked at a manor for 7 years. From 15 - 22. Funny story, how I got that job.
I was charged with mischief, and obstructing justice, at 15. I had to serve many community hours. I'd already had my application in to the manor, a coveted, unionized, government job. With a starting wage of $11 an hour, (guaranteed yearly increases), and a waiting list 2 generations deep. I rocked. And was on the payroll before I'd even completed my community hours.
Tough job to leave. Great $$, great benefits, easy enough.
Watching old people die for a living...........sucked. Then there was the time the old, almost dead guy, puked on the table. (I was a dietary aide). That was a clincher. That, and cleaning up their shitstains, from the dining room chairs. Worst job, ever.
Awful.
I was charged with mischief, and obstructing justice, at 15. I had to serve many community hours. I'd already had my application in to the manor, a coveted, unionized, government job. With a starting wage of $11 an hour, (guaranteed yearly increases), and a waiting list 2 generations deep. I rocked. And was on the payroll before I'd even completed my community hours.
Tough job to leave. Great $$, great benefits, easy enough.
Watching old people die for a living...........sucked. Then there was the time the old, almost dead guy, puked on the table. (I was a dietary aide). That was a clincher. That, and cleaning up their shitstains, from the dining room chairs. Worst job, ever.
Awful.
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