classic33
Leg End Member
An almost believable story, and one that could have flown round the hospital in no time.It makes a great story looking back on it..
Most of the work was grant work for old housing stock,
I got told by the boss that best to look for something else so......
the other job was a bit of a change in working practices, concrete oil rigs..
left the house at 6am, bus at 6.35, ferry across to work site then at 5pm ferry back, bus then pub at 6pm..pub until 10pm then home, rinse and repeat.
We did 'slips' which were constant concrete pours and for a set amount of days it was 12 hour shifts and you suffered financially if you missed a day as each day the bonus payment rose, I could earn £270-£300 a week in the mid 70s...
so you could imagine the travelling time added to the 12 hr shift....
I lasted 10 month..
Mrs M regrets not meeting me a year earlier....
I did the other day
Renovation work? Never lasts really long that type of work.
Did you ever think about sleeping at the place where the pouring was taking place. Save some travelling time.
A fair bit back in those days. But were the long hours worth it. Along with the travelling to and from the job.
I did 99-96 hour weeks in '87. Cycled there and back. Surprised I never met myself coming the other way at least once.
She'd have been after yer spending money. You having no real time to spend it, leaving it laying around, either in a bank account or under yer mattress.
You did what the other day!