Job done

If there's one thing to be said in favour of temping, it's that it can open your eyes to new experiences that you never, ever want to have again. Here's one woman's account of various temping jobs she's had, one of which came to an abrupt conclusion when she punched Father Christmas full in the face...

Personally speaking, my worst was at a firm in Newcastle Airport Catering Village: wasp storms, food fights with sponge and custard, and suspicious lorry drivers quick to label anyone in full-time education as a "clever shite". Friends of mine have endured such delights as putting the plastic size collars onto clothes-hangers, and making chocolate mice in a factory which also made chocolate genitals...

(Thanks to Neil for the link.)