If you asked the average person to describe the job of a Careers Advisor, the words boring, humdrum, mundane and tedious would probably feature high on the list. You would be surprised. I was and I am one.

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One of the best things that have come out of working in customer service is the stories that I got from dealing with customers and my coworkers. I have compiled some of the best memories that I have with them over social media, however, I think writing them out might help keep them preserved for revisiting.

So let’s get straight into this, As you can see from the title I started my first job when I was 15 so I’m working at a soft play company and these guys would give me the worst hours in the world like you will see in the next part why the hours were so bad. Yeah I get it, I was 15 on £4 an hour, anyway, they called me on my day off to ask me to come in for 1 hour and it was like 4 pm so I was chilling with my friends playing some Xbox doing normal kid stuff, what else are you going to do at that age right.

It’s only 4:39 in the morning. I’ve been here since 3 pm. Shift meeting, double shift, dead as hell Wednesday night. Another hour and….nineteen minutes now. I bet this bitch comes in late too.

I've recently dropped out of a semi-regular sales job. My goal was to make as much money as I could throughout the day, which consisted of a prolonged afternoon and an averaged morning. After a while things start following a certain routine, and we, kind of, become the routine. Have that ever happened to you before? Realizing what was happening and not fighting the change that was taking place all around your self. I did, for a while, and then I chose to take my destiny into my own hands and quit that compromising gig. But how had I ended up there in the first place? Why was I working with a company that I didn't feel like working with? And why on hell am I telling you this?

I know you all love to hear about how many different times/places/ways I've been fucked... but this blog is supposed to include that other major part of my life, getting fired. So here goes...

Let's set a couple ground rules for this one, okay? First of all, I want anyone reading this to know I respect every person's right to their own fruit preferences. This story is not about a particular fruit system being good or bad or otherwise. It's just about me being an asshole and pretending to be a part of a certain family of fruit to get a sweet job. SO, let's all remember-- say it with me-- I tell this story with all due respect.

One of the primary challenges of professional translation is that of striking a balance between fidelity to the source material and the need to sacrifice word-by-word parallelisms in favor of really getting the source material’s message across.

Working as a Librarian for a day may sound like the most boring job in the world, but my building of books is home to me.

Okay, maybe plenty of people knew that. And to be fair, I kinda knew that was the case? But also kinda not? Let me explain.

Hi, my name is Katrina I am going to tell you a story about when I was at work and I encountered a guy in a barrel wanting to gain access to the football game that was being held at that venue at that moment in time.