Milk carton packer.
A conveyor belt, down which machine wrapped 16 x 1 litre tetrapaks of UHT milk trundled; I had to take them off, pack them on a pallet the right way, put a layer of cardboard between rows, and when the pallet got so high, trundle it out on a hand trolly, and replace it, and then get back to laying the packs down before the back log got to large and started dropping on the floor.
12 hour shift.
I did one, and rode out of there so fast on my bike, that I left a strip of burning tarmac behind me...
I do wonder what if would have been like if I got one job I applied for; basically it was a bull spunk salesman.
And two adverts at the local job centre kept appearing; cleaner at an abotoir (sp?), and swede chopper (nothing to do with Scandanvians). I think the former job vacated frequently out of dispair, and the latter vacated whenever someone slipped...
People living in glass paradigms shouldn't throw stones...