tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396875931357506685.post2408352981015014021..comments2024-02-10T02:12:10.516-08:00Comments on CAROLINELEAVITTVILLE: More bad jobs I rememberCarolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02724359857107668407noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396875931357506685.post-46007323957883675452009-07-23T08:21:06.153-07:002009-07-23T08:21:06.153-07:00Ha! I think my precious window lock collection is...Ha! I think my precious window lock collection is somewhere back home in Iowa. I'll look for it next time I'm there and document it photographically. I warn you, though, window locks are boring. A Chuckie doll would have been a better find, had you gotten to keep it.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04264913913111406172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396875931357506685.post-58234062350612459442009-07-20T13:36:21.228-07:002009-07-20T13:36:21.228-07:00Lisa, I know this is perverse in some way, but I r...Lisa, I know this is perverse in some way, but I really want to see a picture of the locks. Once at Macy's, I found an old Chuckie doll but they quickly confiscated it from me.Caroline Leavitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14484844774455246231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396875931357506685.post-12516754074362281532009-07-20T08:21:13.775-07:002009-07-20T08:21:13.775-07:00Re: your comment above, I am pretty sure taking th...Re: your comment above, I am pretty sure taking the window locks home was frowned upon, but I did wind up taking away quite a collection of the marred or otherwise rejected ones. I have no idea why. It's not like I wanted a collection of window locks. Just seemed like a small way of sticking it to the man, I guess, although in retrospect, I fail to see how! Ha.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04264913913111406172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396875931357506685.post-69759830776937272172009-07-17T12:47:22.866-07:002009-07-17T12:47:22.866-07:00C:
UGHHHH.... I'm shuddering ....
JC:<br /><br />UGHHHH.... I'm shuddering ....<br />JJeff Lyonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07202755992217117670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396875931357506685.post-61258621680036938622009-07-17T09:12:03.134-07:002009-07-17T09:12:03.134-07:00Jeff, that is so hilariously awful! And it made me...Jeff, that is so hilariously awful! And it made me laugh so much. Just think, if you had slept with him you might have been part owner in such a great company!Caroline Leavitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14484844774455246231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396875931357506685.post-34614317253874581992009-07-17T08:38:17.644-07:002009-07-17T08:38:17.644-07:00C:
The American Telegrah Company. Poor mans vers...C:<br /><br />The American Telegrah Company. Poor mans version of Western Union on Pico and Brand near Beverley Hills. I took telegram orders over the phone. <br /><br />There were five of us crammed in a stinking little room with no windows taking phone calls from all over the country. My manager was the much older brother of Chips star Erik Estrada. He was a flaming Queen who pinched my ass and kept inviting me over to his one-room studio apartment for dinner. I never accepted.<br /><br />The owners were two shifty-eyed NY orthodox Jews who were always battling the phone company, running scams, and had a telemarketing operation in another airless, windowless room down the hall from me filled with ex-beauty pageant queens and aspiring models. I'm sure they were doing phone sex on the side. <br /><br />I got fired when I mixing up two phone orders and sent a congratulations bouquet of flowers to a funeral in Wisconsin and a funeral reeth to a 90-year-old woman's birthday in Alabama. I swear the real reason for losing the job was I wounld't sleep with Erik Estrada's brother.<br /><br />JJeff Lyonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07202755992217117670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396875931357506685.post-68824484268709421272009-07-16T14:28:44.928-07:002009-07-16T14:28:44.928-07:00Isn't factory work the worst, Lisa? Did you g...Isn't factory work the worst, Lisa? Did you get to take any window locks home? Not that I wanted any, but they would not let anyone take any of the puzzles!Carolinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02724359857107668407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396875931357506685.post-31928668160782916622009-07-16T09:26:52.917-07:002009-07-16T09:26:52.917-07:00Oh, man, those are some bad jobs! (Although I lov...Oh, man, those are some bad jobs! (Although I love what your boss screamed over the pager!)<br /><br />I feel your pain on the puzzle factory. I worked in a factory making window locks one summer during college. 110 degrees, fingers duct-taped so they wouldn't get chewed up, shoulder-to-shoulder with smelly people and dangerous machines. You were smart to quit the factory when you did!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04264913913111406172noreply@blogger.com