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I mean, it wasn't dirty but returning to your dorm bed in the small hours to find the night clerk had sold it to someone prettier who hadn't clocked my stuff was still under the pillow was a dampener on a night in Edinburgh.
Not the worst though, that was the hotel, somewhere in Busan, that I got dumped with a classmate on our first sea trip by a company "agent" who didn't speak a word of English except "I come tomorrow tomorrow". Turns out that wasn't for iterative effect but actually 2 days time. We had bugger all clue what to do, where to go, no immediate cash, no clue when we were supposed to be leaving and were still jetlagged from 28h of flying (inlcuding a mad dash from Incheon to Gimpo because nobody had actually booked us flights to Busan followed by a mostly unoccupied flight in a plane that smelled of overheating electrical insulation). The hotel looked like somewhere they filmed Old Boy in; steel doors (many battered), dingy and just generally not where you want to be with no money, no language, no working mobile and no working bank cards.
Turns out that wasn’t for iterative effect but actually 2 days time.
LOL
it’s a Hayley Conference centre... You’d be shown to your group, because your employer was paying and it was being run by a megalomaniac trainer (
Ah... I got selected for a "leadership course". I should have pushed back as I have no wish to be in any leadership role but I had a 6mo old baby at the time and it seemed like I might get some sleep...
By Weds you’d realise you hadn’t seen natural light since the weekend,
Bloody hell... I'd forgotten a week in Vegas... the "conference centre" was discounted due to being the scene of a famous mass shooting but what got to a colleague and myself was not seeing the outside for days. We went site seeing through tunnels to other hotel complexes...
I was lucky to be staying in a cheap doss hole a 10 min taxi ride away but after about day 2-3 the 2 of us started feeling "on edge" in a non descript way. We started trying to go "outside" in the real sense rather than "outside" being a enclosed underground complex with a slightly higher roof.
I think the “manual workers” term when used in this sense has something to do with the amount of skill/training involved, so a tradesman isn’t a manual worker.
Filling sacks with gravel you’re a manual worker.
Refitting a server room you’re not.
I'd go along with that from a personal perspective.
TBH got me wondering... bike mechanic? Outdoors instructor ? (even refitting the server room as I think that was what the GM at Haydock Park regarded it as)
I guess its a crossover ?
Filling sacks with gravel you’re a manual worker.
Probably a good bar to set ... but then using a compactor? Using a specialist vehicle (cement mixer) etc?
Loads of stuff that I'd really not want an untrained person doing on my stuff...
I guess the GM thought we were there to vacuum up 20 years of dust, grime and dead rodents and insects... and plug some stuff in .... and perhaps didn't understand that getting a system designed to process credit cards by a manual carbon machine and paying by cheque running on a 20yr old unsupported OS involved a little more than knowing how to use a vacuum.
Makes me wonder really how many jobs today are really filling sacks with gravel and don't involve much more training and skill than commonly appreciated?
Loads of stuff that I’d really not want an untrained person doing on my stuff…
To me manual and untrained are two completely different things. I think the wording in the advert was clearly just terrible, but no work crews is probably better terminology. IME its not what the work crew does it is just that make them dirty its just if one or two in a crew are dirty it pulls the entire crew down. Could be IT contractors could be people working on the roads.
I got put in a room in a B&B run by Tony Robinson dressed as Mrs Merton.
She was putting her kids rooms to work now that they had grown up and moved out.
I ended up in a half sized kids bed in a box room (im 6ft 4"), a TV with no aerial, a stack of dvds and no dvd player. the breakfast menu might as well have just not been a menu, as it was porridge or porridge.
She was very nice, though it did have somewhat murdery vibe.
shared the breakfast table with one of her grown up kids (maybe 20, and presumably had an adult sized bed) who was making very apologetic eyes at me over the table. She looked mortified.
Its the only place ive ever bailed from and got another digs after the first night.
who was making very [s]apologetic[/s] help me eyes at me over the table.
