On the BBCs site

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-36902572

I think for me it was when i worked on a hop farm

One of the jobs was standing in front of a fast converyor belt as hops went passed picking out leaves

The hops were green, the leaves were green, it was so noisy you could not hear the radio and the oil from the hops stained your fingers until it looked like you had a 100 a day habit

in then end it just became a green blur - even in your dreams

Checking applications against a sea of information with contradictory bosses was my worst job.

Loading freezers in Presto in the evenings when the shop was shut. Cold, lonely, repetitive. Left after 4 weeks.

Assembling foam components as a summer job while at university.
There was some variety. We rotated between the job with the hot melt glue and inadequate ventilation, the one that built up the massive static charge (industrial press cutting out foil backed Cellotex) that gave you a shock every so often. Or a few other less horrible ones which still usually left you a bit sticky and covered in little bits of foam.
You know it's dull when the best job is emptying the factory bins because at least you got to sit outside for a while and could have a play with an industrial rubbish compactor - especially when doing so had the added frisson of excitement of maybe getting horrible sunburn (yay for ginger people like me).
My favourite - getting the train home and the Big Issue guy at Central station NOT trying to sell my friend or I a copy because we looked more ropey than he did.
Also, my all time favourite train station tannoy announcement - "the train to ... has been cancelled due to driver incompetence". Makes you glad to be heading for the bus station really.

I also developed an abiding hatred of Clyde 1 - the main Glasgow commercial radio station as it was on all day int he factory. Sometime the students were put in a little room where we got to have our own radio - brilliant.
Also, Virgin Radios' thing about never repeating a song during the day was absolutely correct - they just played exactly the same playlist every single day for a couple of weeks before changing it a bit and starting again. You could tell the time by what song was on if you bothered to pay attention.

Machine shop production work is the most soul destroying thing ever.

Picking rocks out of a ploughed field into a wheelbarrow, dump in a pile on the edge. I didn't make it to the end of the day.

Carpenters mate, priming hundreds, no thousands, of meters of timber, all 4 sides. Cleaning bricks on a scaffold in the snow etc. You haven't lived.

The hop picking was ok, I drove one of the tractors or fixed the machine when it clogged up. But the cumulative effect of the soporific would get to everyone by week 2.

I have had too many mind numbing jobs. Which explains a lot, frankly. It was all to do with the work ethic, instilled by my parents and growing up on a farm. However this same work ethic, so admired by many, is something the wicked capitalist scum can take advantage of in the young and inexperienced. Yo socialism!

I've been lucky in that I have never had a boring job.

During the 70s I had two holiday jobs.

The first was as general office dogsbody for the university summer school (arranged for me by my mum who was a lecturer there). Because I had some artistic talent I was picked to draw up a chart that showed which courses were running and which room(s) they were in. If I really stretched this out it took up most of the Monday morning each week. The rest of the time was spent playing cards with the one other person in the office and occasionally having to get on my bike and deliver a message to people on the courses (I think I did this about three times over the whole of the summer school). At the end of the 4 weeks of summer school I came away with more money than I had ever seen in my life that far for basically doing nothing. I wasn't allowed to spend it on an electric guitar so it was used to buy sub-aqua diving equipment instead.

Christmas 1979 I managed to get a week's work as a temporary postman. A job that paid by the hour, so the slower you did your round the more money you earned...

I was then unemployed (pretending to be a musician) from when I got kicked out of university in 1982 until I blagged my way into an artwork job with a small graphic design agency in 1990. And that's what I've done ever since. There are times when I've not enjoyed the hours I've been required to work or the company of some of my colleagues, but it's never been boring.

I don't have the slightest work ethic. Now that I'm self-employed I do just enough to ensure that my bills can be paid each month and I have a little bit over to have some fun with, but I'm not going to bust a gut over work anymore.

Cold calling. No money is enough to do that


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Ohh dont think I could do that - That is one reason I got out of Branch banking as they were starting to ask us to cold call customers

I lasted 2 mths, it was horrible. Some people get a kick out of it


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Whether it be stacking shelves, filling dive tanks, or weighing chemicals to 1.000g I can always find a way to make it pass by setting goals.

The most boring job I've had was between school and uni working for Grand Metropolitan, sorting through the accounts of hundreds of Pubs from around the UK that they had acquired and consequently shafted for every penny they had.

Hmmmm. Which was more boring? Making triangle pack sandwiches at teh sandwich factory or working on 'Pick Auto' at M&S's distribution center?
I think 'Pick Auto'.