I loved bubble gum and gob smackers machines too. A penny.
Remember when fag machines and chocolate machines were outside the pictures. They'd be kicked in now. I really think we lived in better times.
I loved bubble gum and gob smackers machines too. A penny. Remember when fag machines and chocolate machines were outside the pictures. They'd be kicked in now. I really think we lived in better times.
I remember chocolate machines. When I went to Vienna they still had them, and cigarette machines in the streets. Nobody touched anything. This country has gone to shit.
I loved bubble gum and gob smackers machines too. A penny. Remember when fag machines and chocolate machines were outside the pictures. They'd be kicked in now. I really think we lived in better times.
I worked in a club where I was the cigarette girl....red satin Basque and fishnets...I was too young to work the bar, but old enough to sashay around with a tray full of cigarettes.
I loved bubble gum and gob smackers machines too. A penny. Remember when fag machines and chocolate machines were outside the pictures. They'd be kicked in now. I really think we lived in better times.
I worked in a club where I was the cigarette girl....red satin Basque and fishnets...I was too young to work the bar, but old enough to sashay around with a tray full of cigarettes.
How times have changed.
I had a job as a cocktail waitress. It was Western themed and I had to wear a saloon girl's outfit with fishnets, red garter, black velvet choker with a big red rose on it, red frilly frock with a split up the side and stilettoes. God knows how I trotted around in those heels for hours but I did. I was nineteen at the time.
I loved bubble gum and gob smackers machines too. A penny. Remember when fag machines and chocolate machines were outside the pictures. They'd be kicked in now. I really think we lived in better times.
I worked in a club where I was the cigarette girl....red satin Basque and fishnets...I was too young to work the bar, but old enough to sashay around with a tray full of cigarettes.
How times have changed.
I had a job as a cocktail waitress. It was Western themed and I had to wear a saloon girl's outfit with fishnets, red garter, black velvet choker with a big red rose on it, red frilly frock with a split up the side and stilettoes. God knows how I trotted around in those heels for hours but I did. I was nineteen at the time.
Lol...what a pair we were.
I worked in a club once with a jungle theme...the uniform, (which I actually designed) was an animal print two piece...with a very short flared rara skirt...footwear was our own choice, I wore red stilettos, I must have looked about 6'.
I loved bubble gum and gob smackers machines too. A penny. Remember when fag machines and chocolate machines were outside the pictures. They'd be kicked in now. I really think we lived in better times.
I worked in a club where I was the cigarette girl....red satin Basque and fishnets...I was too young to work the bar, but old enough to sashay around with a tray full of cigarettes.
How times have changed.
I had a job as a cocktail waitress. It was Western themed and I had to wear a saloon girl's outfit with fishnets, red garter, black velvet choker with a big red rose on it, red frilly frock with a split up the side and stilettoes. God knows how I trotted around in those heels for hours but I did. I was nineteen at the time.
Lol...what a pair we were.
I worked in a club once with a jungle theme...the uniform, (which I actually designed) was an animal print two piece...with a very short flared rara skirt...footwear was our own choice, I wore red stilettos, I must have looked about 6'.
I've had all manner of weird jobs. I worked in a doll factory once. It was so boring. I spent hours gluing plastic doll cradles together. It was all women and like a bloody hen house. I remember this one older lady who gave herself airs and graces. She was like a cross between Petunia off those public information films on TV years ago, and Foghorn Leghorn. All you could hear above the cacophony was her voice wavering up and down "...and my husband, who was Lord MAYOR OF LEEDS, back in 1950 and his FATHER, who flew LANCASTER BOMBERS back in the WAR!"
She came to work in this fur coat once, and I said, "Ooh, that's a nice bit of rabbit." She hit the roof. "Rabbit? RABBIT! This is CONEY, my girl!"
I have worked with some odd characters too...one we called Mrs Bouquet, she used to wear this ridiculous black hairpiece with a white stripe down it, like a skunk...and tell everyone it was her own hair.
She was also the biggest fantasist I have ever met, making up stories of when she was a private eye, she actually trailed her own husband and caught him cheating.
The sad thing was, her husband was a serial cheat, no private eye was needed to catch him out....it was common knowledge.
When I worked in the clothes shop there was an assistant, who was always very kind to me because i was a lot younger than the rest of the staff but tact was not her strongest point.
She said to a customer once "You aren't trying that jumper on are you, that will never go over your head"
Another time she shouted from the changing room "I need help with this customer, she's a funny shape"
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NEVER WRESTLE WITH A PIG..YOU BOTH GET DIRTY BUT THE PIG LIKES IT!!
When I worked in the clothes shop there was an assistant, who was always very kind to me because i was a lot younger than the rest of the staff but tact was not her strongest point.
She said to a customer once "You aren't trying that jumper on are you, that will never go over your head"
Another time she shouted from the changing room "I need help with this customer, she's a funny shape"
That reminds me of the salon I worked in a few years back. The woman who ran it didn't have a clue, and the place was as tacky as fuck, all plastic buddhas and peeling wallpaper. Everything was done on a budget - from the stained towels to the congealed nail polish. She had an obnoxious 15 year old son who'd come in and steal from the till. She advertised treatments with 'afternoon tea' as though that might imbue the place with a air of sophistication. Her idea of afternoon tea was coffee in workman's mugs and Garibaldi biscuits from Farm Foods! When I tried to tell her that a thick heavy workman's mug wasn't quite the image and china teacups might be better, she agreed and said she'd go buy some. She came back the next day with a set of white Pyrex cups she'd picked up at the charity shop, all with historical brown staining from 1960!
One day, I had a client who needed to use the bathroom. Just as I showed him where to go, a voice sailed down the stairs. It was the owner's son. "MUM! I've had a SHIT and there's no bog roll!" "FUCK Off!" came the reply from mum. The client gave me a pitying look.
I always thought that place would have made a great reality show. There was always drama and it was often so comical. We had a therapist who got caught giving hand jobs. When it rained water poured into the shop front. The owner claimed she could do Reiki attunements via email. The toilet, the size of a small cupboard, had black and scarlet flocked wallpaper and a mahoosive dirty crystal chandelier in it that you bumped your head into. It was a car crash.
When I worked in the clothes shop there was an assistant, who was always very kind to me because i was a lot younger than the rest of the staff but tact was not her strongest point.
She said to a customer once "You aren't trying that jumper on are you, that will never go over your head"
Another time she shouted from the changing room "I need help with this customer, she's a funny shape"
That reminds me of the salon I worked in a few years back. The woman who ran it didn't have a clue, and the place was as tacky as fuck, all plastic buddhas and peeling wallpaper. Everything was done on a budget - from the stained towels to the congealed nail polish. She had an obnoxious 15 year old son who'd come in and steal from the till. She advertised treatments with 'afternoon tea' as though that might imbue the place with a air of sophistication. Her idea of afternoon tea was coffee in workman's mugs and Garibaldi biscuits from Farm Foods! When I tried to tell her that a thick heavy workman's mug wasn't quite the image and china teacups might be better, she agreed and said she'd go buy some. She came back the next day with a set of white Pyrex cups she'd picked up at the charity shop, all with historical brown staining from 1960!
One day, I had a client who needed to use the bathroom. Just as I showed him where to go, a voice sailed down the stairs. It was the owner's son. "MUM! I've had a SHIT and there's no bog roll!" "FUCK Off!" came the reply from mum. The client gave me a pitying look.
I always thought that place would have made a great reality show. There was always drama and it was often so comical. We had a therapist who got caught giving hand jobs. When it rained water poured into the shop front. The owner claimed she could do Reiki attunements via email. The toilet, the size of a small cupboard, had black and scarlet flocked wallpaper and a mahoosive dirty crystal chandelier in it that you bumped your head into. It was a car crash.
When I was 16, I got a job at a cafe bar in Piccadilly called The Milkmaid'.
It was the best learning curve a young girl could have, re the odd ways of fellow workmates.
When we took an order, if the meal was cold, salads etc... the order ticket went in one hatch, if it was a hot meal, it went in another hatch, where a very scary woman called Rose, snatched the ticket and took it into the kitchen. I put an order in for a Ploughman's lunch, not realising it was a cold meal, and I went back a couple of times to see if my order was ready.
Rose just didn't answer me....it was my first day and she was so unhelpful. The customer was complaining, so I went back a 3rd time and asked if my Ploughman's lunch was ready.
Rose snapped...'You put it in the wrong hatch', learn to read'. I answered that she could have let me know instead of just ignoring me.
The next thing the manageress came up to me and told me not to worry, (which I wasn't anyway) but Rose often took umbrage and acted like this. Apparently, after our little altercation, she was so upset she had put her coat on and gone home.
When I was 16, I got a job at a cafe bar in Piccadilly called The Milkmaid'.
It was the best learning curve a young girl could have, re the odd ways of fellow workmates.
When we took an order, if the meal was cold, salads etc... the order ticket went in one hatch, if it was a hot meal, it went in another hatch, where a very scary woman called Rose, snatched the ticket and took it into the kitchen. I put an order in for a Ploughman's lunch, not realising it was a cold meal, and I went back a couple of times to see if my order was ready.
Rose just didn't answer me....it was my first day and she was so unhelpful. The customer was complaining, so I went back a 3rd time and asked if my Ploughman's lunch was ready.
Rose snapped...'You put it in the wrong hatch', learn to read'. I answered that she could have let me know instead of just ignoring me.
The next thing the manageress came up to me and told me not to worry, (which I wasn't anyway) but Rose often took umbrage and acted like this. Apparently, after our little altercation, she was so upset she had put her coat on and gone home.
Life certainly brings you into contact with some characters.
Another one of my jobs was working for this guy who was a one legged ex prison warden who used to channel spirits through his turn of the century ventriloquist dummy. Beat that.
When I was 16, I got a job at a cafe bar in Piccadilly called The Milkmaid'.
It was the best learning curve a young girl could have, re the odd ways of fellow workmates.
When we took an order, if the meal was cold, salads etc... the order ticket went in one hatch, if it was a hot meal, it went in another hatch, where a very scary woman called Rose, snatched the ticket and took it into the kitchen. I put an order in for a Ploughman's lunch, not realising it was a cold meal, and I went back a couple of times to see if my order was ready.
Rose just didn't answer me....it was my first day and she was so unhelpful. The customer was complaining, so I went back a 3rd time and asked if my Ploughman's lunch was ready.
Rose snapped...'You put it in the wrong hatch', learn to read'. I answered that she could have let me know instead of just ignoring me.
The next thing the manageress came up to me and told me not to worry, (which I wasn't anyway) but Rose often took umbrage and acted like this. Apparently, after our little altercation, she was so upset she had put her coat on and gone home.
Life certainly brings you into contact with some characters.
Another one of my jobs was working for this guy who was a one legged ex prison warden who used to channel spirits through his turn of the century ventriloquist dummy. Beat that.
The fucking thing looked like roadkill.
You two lived and worked in some sort of fucked up version of Narnia.
When I worked in the clothes shop there was an assistant, who was always very kind to me because i was a lot younger than the rest of the staff but tact was not her strongest point.
She said to a customer once "You aren't trying that jumper on are you, that will never go over your head"
Another time she shouted from the changing room "I need help with this customer, she's a funny shape"
That reminds me of the salon I worked in a few years back. The woman who ran it didn't have a clue, and the place was as tacky as fuck, all plastic buddhas and peeling wallpaper. Everything was done on a budget - from the stained towels to the congealed nail polish. She had an obnoxious 15 year old son who'd come in and steal from the till. She advertised treatments with 'afternoon tea' as though that might imbue the place with a air of sophistication. Her idea of afternoon tea was coffee in workman's mugs and Garibaldi biscuits from Farm Foods! When I tried to tell her that a thick heavy workman's mug wasn't quite the image and china teacups might be better, she agreed and said she'd go buy some. She came back the next day with a set of white Pyrex cups she'd picked up at the charity shop, all with historical brown staining from 1960!
One day, I had a client who needed to use the bathroom. Just as I showed him where to go, a voice sailed down the stairs. It was the owner's son. "MUM! I've had a SHIT and there's no bog roll!" "FUCK Off!" came the reply from mum. The client gave me a pitying look.
I always thought that place would have made a great reality show. There was always drama and it was often so comical. We had a therapist who got caught giving hand jobs. When it rained water poured into the shop front. The owner claimed she could do Reiki attunements via email. The toilet, the size of a small cupboard, had black and scarlet flocked wallpaper and a mahoosive dirty crystal chandelier in it that you bumped your head into. It was a car crash.
It would have made a good Docu soap though Digs, car crash television.
Did you ever watch the Scheme?
It was so bad, you couldn't stop watching.
From Starvin Marvin, to Dayna and Bullet the dug.
No wonder he ran away, the dug that is.
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NEVER WRESTLE WITH A PIG..YOU BOTH GET DIRTY BUT THE PIG LIKES IT!!
When I was 16, I got a job at a cafe bar in Piccadilly called The Milkmaid'.
It was the best learning curve a young girl could have, re the odd ways of fellow workmates.
When we took an order, if the meal was cold, salads etc... the order ticket went in one hatch, if it was a hot meal, it went in another hatch, where a very scary woman called Rose, snatched the ticket and took it into the kitchen. I put an order in for a Ploughman's lunch, not realising it was a cold meal, and I went back a couple of times to see if my order was ready.
Rose just didn't answer me....it was my first day and she was so unhelpful. The customer was complaining, so I went back a 3rd time and asked if my Ploughman's lunch was ready.
Rose snapped...'You put it in the wrong hatch', learn to read'. I answered that she could have let me know instead of just ignoring me.
The next thing the manageress came up to me and told me not to worry, (which I wasn't anyway) but Rose often took umbrage and acted like this. Apparently, after our little altercation, she was so upset she had put her coat on and gone home.
Life certainly brings you into contact with some characters.
Another one of my jobs was working for this guy who was a one legged ex prison warden who used to channel spirits through his turn of the century ventriloquist dummy. Beat that.
The fucking thing looked like roadkill.
You two lived and worked in some sort of fucked up version of Narnia.
Phil (JD).
Lol...it was all good fun though.
And male bosses making passes at young females was also a regular occurrence. It taught our generation how to handle people, sometimes with humour, sometimes with a slap....good in one way, short, swift, and over and done with...better than simmering about it and dragging it out via the courts as 'historical abuse', as can happen now.
On the other hand, in the workplace, men have to be a damn site more careful in how they act or speak to female fellow workers now, which is a good thing.
When I was 16, I got a job at a cafe bar in Piccadilly called The Milkmaid'.
It was the best learning curve a young girl could have, re the odd ways of fellow workmates.
When we took an order, if the meal was cold, salads etc... the order ticket went in one hatch, if it was a hot meal, it went in another hatch, where a very scary woman called Rose, snatched the ticket and took it into the kitchen. I put an order in for a Ploughman's lunch, not realising it was a cold meal, and I went back a couple of times to see if my order was ready.
Rose just didn't answer me....it was my first day and she was so unhelpful. The customer was complaining, so I went back a 3rd time and asked if my Ploughman's lunch was ready.
Rose snapped...'You put it in the wrong hatch', learn to read'. I answered that she could have let me know instead of just ignoring me.
The next thing the manageress came up to me and told me not to worry, (which I wasn't anyway) but Rose often took umbrage and acted like this. Apparently, after our little altercation, she was so upset she had put her coat on and gone home.
Life certainly brings you into contact with some characters.
Another one of my jobs was working for this guy who was a one legged ex prison warden who used to channel spirits through his turn of the century ventriloquist dummy. Beat that.
The fucking thing looked like roadkill.
You two lived and worked in some sort of fucked up version of Narnia.
Phil (JD).
It's called life experience. And it was never boring.
