Clean It Up
UK Window Cleaning Forum => Window Cleaning Forum => Topic started by: ftp on December 20, 2008, 06:10:19 pm
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Before becoming a window cleaner?
I was a printer - good job in it's day but tedious with awful shiftwork. I'm earning much the same now (before business costs are taken off) as i did on a treble shift pattern. Probably earning more than the guys who are back there after the factory was bought out again.
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night cleaning in a chicken factory blood and guts evrywhere o and a milk man god the custs
i got were bad i mean realy bad much worse than this job i could wright a book on the twa
bad people i met
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Before becoming a window cleaner?
I was a printer - good job in it's day but tedious with awful shiftwork. I'm earning much the same now (before business costs are taken off) as i did on a treble shift pattern. Probably earning more than the guys who are back there after the factory was bought out again.
I worked in the print too but it was one of my better jobs LOL. It was only like that because I was young and there were a lot of young loonies there too.
I think my worst job was in a sheet metal factory. I was 18 and surrounded by androids. The sweeper up was so slow he had cobwebs on him. I stuck it for a month, got paid one Thursday and never went back. I heard that the sweeper got rigor mortis because he bent down too long with the dustpan.
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Beat all of you hands down
ESTATE AGENT
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Screwing the lid down on electric plugs.
Thousands of em every day. lasted three months. :'(
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I was a kiln technician in a pottery. All fancy handmade top quality stuff,... but they only employed 1 guy to look after the kilns which ran 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I used to start at 9am, finish at 5pm,.. then go back at 9 or 10pm in the evening for another couple of hours.
Weekends I still had to be in there at 9 or earlier,.. but normally managed to work 5 or 6 hours instead of 8.
I was young and stupid,.. I stuck out 60 - 70 hour weeks for 18 months nearly before I left!
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Working the bakery in Eilat, Israel, on the nightshift.
Start at 10pm and go on til 7am. An hour and a half later I was down the pub ;D never even made it past midnight ;D
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I was a Pornstar,man do those women wear you out ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D :P
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making concerete slabs on yts. expected to work saturdays for £10. 1 weeks holiday a year and bank holidays were seen as a normal day :(
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I was the 'Pay Guy' for the 2nd Battalion the Royal Anglians in Chepstow; posted into them on promotion to Staff Sergeant, into a Warrant Officer's post, from an extremely busy three-years from 32 Royal Engineers in Hohne, Germany; straight from a manic tour of Kosovo where we'd all lived in a wet field for months on end in Macedonia, prior to moving into Kosovo.
Anyway, I thought my tour with the Royal Anglians would be a cushy posting; all we had on the calandar was one exercise in Belize, Central America before a unit move to Norther Ireland, a place I love.
But it all went pear-shaped. The firemen strikes kicked off and Iraq and Afganistan were looming in the background. Then we had a company deploy to Northern Ireland and the Commanding Officer forced me to work Mon to Fri in Chepstow and then fly to Northern Ireland each weekend, departing on a Friday and returning on a Sunday; this went on for about four months; and my department was seriously over-worked and undermanned.
It was a stressful time. Despite working horendously long hours, we couldn't provide a decent standard of service to the lads; due to undermanning and the sheer volume of work-load placed upon us; so despite the graft we were putting in, it went mostly unrecognised and we were mostly thought of as 'poo'.
I was also having to plan and prepare for a Belize Exercise, a deployment to Afganistan, and working like an idiot just trying to keep my head above water; and following the Northern Ireland tour we ended up covering Paisley, just outside of Glasgow during the firestrikes; which was a real pain in the ass too.
I was never at home; remembering that I'd just come back from Kosovo.
So, after seventeen years service and a handful of years away from my imediate army pension at the age of 40 (next year), I jacked it all in and became a window cleaner.
Whew; that was a very cathartic whinge.
Thank you.
So my last posting was my worst job!
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at 15 i used to sell hotdogs down the wolves ground---- it wasnt too bad its just that our stall faced the pitch-------- all day long for 7.50 and all you can eat..
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my worst job was watching fairy liquid bottles go round on a conveyor belt and had to reject any where the print wasn't perfect
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Funeral director... dead end job really.
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Tosh
where in Northern Ireland where you?
My wife is from Limavady and we have a holiday home in Portstewart right on the sea - most beautiful place in UK, I love it there and we've been talking of moving there permanently. She wants to be closer to her family and I would love to live there but my business is here in Braehead/Glasgow.
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Fishmonger for 2 years, my ex & kids had to put up with me coming home stinking worst point was when the bike broke down and I had to catch the bus home ;D
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cleaning a warehouse floor, it was a tescos and the lads on forklifts used to constantly topple crates of jam and etc which they would then cover with some kind of cat litter type stuff and leave it to get ground into the floor by the next truck so after years the florr was inches deep in this crap and it sent the forklifts even more wobbly as the wheels would put grooves in it, so we had to clean it every weekend on saturday nights by using big scrubbers that poured chemical down and scrubbed, spraying you with it, and getting clogged all the time so needing uncloggin, and this was between 7pm saturday to 7 am sunday for £7 an hour :( Bad job, i stuck it for about 6 months i was only 17 to, killed your social life :(
The worst paying window jobs are better than that by soo much, i think you can take it for granted how good a job wc is really,despite the weather and annoying customers i think it would have to be a pretty amazing job out there to tempt me away :)
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Knitwear factory. Me aged about 19 and 50 women aged around 90. Went in for 2 days and on the 3rd morning decided suicide was a more attractive option than another day there so stayed in bed.
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My first ever job was stacking shelves in Fine Fayre supermarket. Had loads of boring factory jobs working shifts. But the best and most lucrative job I had was steel erecting for 2 years. I worked at Longbridge putting up track for the then new Mini Metro. Fantastic wage, worked with some great lads from different parts of UK though most including myself were bigtime p**sheads. Well I was only 19 and still finding my way in life.
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The worst paying window jobs are better than that by soo much, i think you can take it for granted how good a job wc is really,despite the weather and annoying customers i think it would have to be a pretty amazing job out there to tempt me away :)
It's easy to forget that sometimes so thanks for the reminder. Even my badly paid W/C jobs are better than going back to working in a factory.
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Must admit that I've never really had a bad job, started off working on a farm when I was about 11 then joined Army for 10 years as Avionics Technician, a year as engineer for Twinings Teas then two years as line manager there. Couple of other factory management jobs, last one as Factory Manager, before being made redundant and starting this business out 6 years ago.
I don't get out on the windows much now, however this last week I've done three days with some of the lads as we wanted to get all caught up with the rounds so that they could finish on Friday gone for the Christmas, really enjoyed it, time just flies by.
I'll have to get out with them more as I didn't know half the houses and a few customers thought I was a "new starter"! either that or I got a sarcastic comment from some of the longer standing clients.
I still thing this is probably one of the better jobs to be doing, employing can be a bit of a headache but still worthwhile.
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Not too sure about the worst job i ever had, but the best job was when i left school i was working and training as a professional photographer working in oxford street in London taking pictures of page 3 girls.
It was great seeing all that naked flesh and having to make nipples hard with ice cubes those were the days. ;D
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Not too sure about the worst job i ever had, but the best job was when i left school i was working and training as a professional photographer working in oxford street in London taking pictures of page 3 girls.
It was great seeing all that naked flesh and having to make nipples hard with ice cubes those were the days. ;D
That sounds like a dream job! ;D
The worst job I had was working in a steel fabrication company. I was only 17 and one of the guys there was always on my case. Lost all enthusiasm and was glad to get out... :(
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UPS courier, just stress all the way. Started at 7am and was delivering in south london by 830am. Over 100 drops and collections had to be cleared in crappy london traffic and then the M25 and M23 back home. If I was lucky I'd be finished by 630pm.
I had boils all over my neck and back which must have been stressed related because as soon as I jacked it in they all went!
Never again, I'd rather be skint. Oh' almost forgot to say, all for approx 18k ???
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My worst job since becoming a window cleaner was a sewage treatment plant somewhere just north of the Dartford Tunnel. (There wasn't a bridge then, this was circa 1970 :P) The roof of the building was flat, and the sewage was pumped up and discharged into channels on the roof, it flowed round and then went down through the building into the treatment sections.
In the middle of the roof were some offices, and the channels ran round the base of the office walls. I had to span a ladder over the channels to get to the office windows, and the s**t on the glass was so thick they looked like brown frosted windows. The only way to get it off was to scrape it. It didn't need wetting, it was constantly wet from the splashes from the channels.
Talk about "wasn't fit to shovel s**t........." ;D ;D
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I was the 'Pay Guy' for the 2nd Battalion the Royal Anglians in Chepstow; posted into them on promotion to Staff Sergeant, into a Warrant Officer's post, from an extremely busy three-years from 32 Royal Engineers in Hohne, Germany; straight from a manic tour of Kosovo where we'd all lived in a wet field for months on end in Macedonia, prior to moving into Kosovo.
Anyway, I thought my tour with the Royal Anglians would be a cushy posting; all we had on the calandar was one exercise in Belize, Central America before a unit move to Norther Ireland, a place I love.
But it all went pear-shaped. The firemen strikes kicked off and Iraq and Afganistan were looming in the background. Then we had a company deploy to Northern Ireland and the Commanding Officer forced me to work Mon to Fri in Chepstow and then fly to Northern Ireland each weekend, departing on a Friday and returning on a Sunday; this went on for about four months; and my department was seriously over-worked and undermanned.
It was a stressful time. Despite working horendously long hours, we couldn't provide a decent standard of service to the lads; due to undermanning and the sheer volume of work-load placed upon us; so despite the graft we were putting in, it went mostly unrecognised and we were mostly thought of as 'poo'.
I was also having to plan and prepare for a Belize Exercise, a deployment to Afganistan, and working like an idiot just trying to keep my head above water; and following the Northern Ireland tour we ended up covering Paisley, just outside of Glasgow during the firestrikes; which was a real pain in the ass too.
I was never at home; remembering that I'd just come back from Kosovo.
So, after seventeen years service and a handful of years away from my imediate army pension at the age of 40 (next year), I jacked it all in and became a window cleaner.
Whew; that was a very cathartic whinge.
Thank you.
So my last posting was my worst job!
Lol, Tosh you remind me of uncle Albert (Only Fools and Horses) - During the war...
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Andy
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I too use to work in the printing industry at Jarrold Printers in Norwich.
20 years almost and im so glad i have changed to window cleaning.
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Ive only had 2 jobs before window cleaning ....Striker for West Ham and a stripper in a gay bar..god that was embarrassing..................................having to play for them!!!!!
;D ;D ;D :o
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arrr so you were playing with dean ashton and stripping for him as well ;D
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;)
well it was work......
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I used to put leg make up on page 3 girls. £100 quid a week, not bad at all, but thats all I could afford!
Drum roll.
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Ta Darrr!!! ;D