The Blog of Lone

Ok, so, so far I’ve been a parcel sorter, an assistant at Laura Ashley, and now a gardener and a removal man.  Life sure is exciting at the moment.

What the agency promised to as a garden centre actually turned out to be a 20 acre plant nursery.  So instead of wandering around occasionally spraying things with a hose (if such things weren’t banned) it turned out what I was actually doing was working for 8 hours a day in a large field.  I picked plants up, put plants down, picked plants up… well, you get the gist of it.  Occasionally as something of a treat I got to pick plants up and throw them into dumper trucks.  Well, a treat of sorts anyway, it just so happened that I was working while they were throwing away the burbarus (think spiky plants that people grow to stop burglars), and not even safety gloves can save you from those little mothers!  So all in all it was a tolerable week, made so by making friends with a rather nice bloke called Joe, after which I felt a bit like a sexier, more tanned, Alan Tichmarsh; working in a field 8 hours a day during the hottest week for 100 years helped roast my skin a lovely colour!

Yesterday I got a nice break from agriculture and became a removal man for a day.  It was surprisingly ok work, the people were friendly, the tip was good, and you got to drink as much tea as you could keep down.

Time for some audience participation … feel free to send in suggestions for the next job I might get offered (however implausible) preferably on the back of a postcard Blue Peter style, or if you’re feeling lazy, which I know you are, just post them in a comment.
 
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