I worked in a petrol station on the A1 one summer. I enjoyed it except when I was on latrine duty.
I had rather tug at the oar than to occupy such a place.
In 1076 he was elected king but was not happy with the designation:
One of my first office jobs was cleaning the windows on brown envelopes.
'Concierge' comes from the Latin for 'slave.'
No one's dream job involves a kiosk.
When I was 18 years old, I had a Saturday job working in a clothing store on London's Bond Street. I would fold T-shirts for ten hours at a time and get paid £19 for the privilege.
I think my darkest days were probably when I was catering. I would go to these parties and pass out hors d'oeuvres, and it's like you're invisible. I remember one catering captain told me that all you are is a tray that comes into their space for a moment and then you leave. It was one of the most depressing things I've ever been told.