Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Five Things I Don't Want My Children To Know About Me

Well today I am joining in Notes From Home's carnival to reveal Five Things I Don't Want My Children To Know About Me. Only five? Well there's many more than that, for sure, but here goes:


There is such a thing as Free Chocolate - but such an offer is rife for abuse

1. I was a chocolate thief. Aged fourteen I worked a Saturday job in a pretentious hand made chocolate shop in Hampstead where chocolate ran out of pipes in the back room, very much like in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I think the owner said I could have a chocolate 'now and again.' I'm not sure what he was thinking. Firstly I gave 'samples' of the chocs to any pal of mine who came in the shop. Then, alas, I got greedy and started pilfering chocolates at the end of the day. In fact one day I stuffed my anorak full of them and left a Hansel and Gretel trail of them to the Tube. I believe that incident had some part to play in me being fired from that job.

2. I could have been an adult star. Aged fifteen I worked at a delicatessen on Saturdays slicing sausages and selling expensive cheeses. The proprietor had a penchant for employing young nubile teenagers and, it goes without saying was a lecherous old git with a gut and combover. One evening after work he asked me if I'd like to earn some extra money. I said yeah okay, what do I have to do? He said he had some 'special film cameras' at home and asked if I wanted to be an actress in one of his films, 'a little nudity but nothing too outrageous.' I politely declined. I wasn't that hard up. All the other girls who worked there laughed about it, they'd all been asked but as far as I know had all declined his 'tempting offer.'



3. I have almost taken acid. No this is the beauty of this, I can actually tell me kids that, heaven's forbid I have never taken acid. I am to acid what Woody Allen is to cocaine. Remember that scene in Annie Hall where he snorts it and sneezes. Hysterical, what? Well that's a bit like me and acid. I have been offered acid on numerous occasions - at parties and clubs. And every time I've said, 'Oh thanks very much' and accidentally dropped it on the floor, and scrambled about in vain trying to find it. It is quite a relief I never actually took it as I'm the kind of person who starts tripping on a spoonfull of Nyquil (UK Night Nurse).

4. I served greenfly salad. When I was sixteen I worked on Saturdays in the kitchen of quite a fancy restaurant making the salads. As I was usually hungover I couldn't really be bothered to wash the salad and it often went out covered in greenfly. I think only once someone did complain. For reasons I won't go into the staff at this place were particularly slack and that's why I didn't get fired from that job.

5. I was a Terrible Temp. I once worked in a temping job in my twenties which was well paid but they hardly ever gave me anything to do. So one Friday morning I came in, signed my time sheet indicating I'd worked until 5pm, faxed it to the agency, then went home and went to bed. I was awoken by the ringing of the telephone at home - the supervisor at the office wanted to know where I was. So I got up, got dressed, went to the office and pretended I'd been in the bog for three hours. I think we both know how that particular story ended. Suffice to say I didn't get away with my scam. I wasn't fired by the Temp Agency though, which was odd to say the least.

So what about you. Spill the beans. And join in too why don't you?

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20 comments:

Steve said...

You're just not cut out for employment, are you? And I mean that as a compliment. You were plainly meant for finer things.

P.S. kudos for nicking all that chocolate.

Karen Green said...

ooh this looks like a good one, I might have to join in. Greenfly salad..yuck!!

Oh I am now following you. Feel free to check out my page at http://wouldliketobeayummymummy.blogspot.com

Electro-Kevin said...

I'm surprised that getting gang-banged by three guys is not on your list of things you don't want your children to know about.

Oh well. Such things become family lore and legend and yours is probably a broad minded bunch if you are anything to go by.

Hell. If you were my daughter I'd still be bathing you !


Now shut up and get your kit off.

Very Bored in Catalunya said...

Wow, you're good at getting fired! Particularly from jobs in the catering industry.

I'll perhaps pass on your CV when I open up my chain of exclusive drive-through chorizo-dog restaurants.

Expat mum said...

Desperately trying to think of something. Come on, come on, I must have done something worth hiding all these years! Gah!

Wanderlust said...

Does anyone else find it particularly gross that the porn guy worked in a sausage shop?

bigwords is... said...

Actually I think that the porn worked in the sausage shop the perfect career for him!!!! you are a star at getting fired. Good on you!

Heather said...

that's an impressive number of jobs you got fired from. I can think of at least a dozen things i don't want my children to know about me off the top of my head - but none that I want to blog about...

hpretty said...

Hmmm i didn't lose the acid, though i probably should have done. would have saved me from scrambling about sideways shrieking "look, i'm a crab" over and over.

M2Mx

Scarlet Blue said...

Ha ha!! I'm pleased I don't have kids now... no spills here!
Sx

Mrs. Tuna said...

If I tried to confess anything to my daughter, her head would explode.

Metropolitan Mum said...

How many jobs did you get fired from? Wow!!! I don't think I ever got fired. I think I am way to boring to get fired.

Romina Garcia said...

I have so many things I do not wish my little people to discover about their Mummy. Hmmm, in hindsight, perhaps I shouldn't have started that incriminating blog of mine.
Oh well, therapy's on me kids.

fingers said...

'Aged fifteen I worked at a delicatessen on Saturdays slicing sausages and selling expensive cheeses...'

And people always say I'm sick when I say I'd like to stick my pee-pee in a sausage slicer some day...

EmmaK said...

Fingers
And people always say I'm sick when I say I'd like to stick my pee-pee in a sausage slicer some day...

What's stopping you? you could probably sue the deli, say you slipped on some goose fat or summat when you sliced your knob off on their machine and then claim disability. Actually you could probably only claim disability if you were a gigolo. Maybe claim disability for 'sexual dysfunctional syndrome'. I'm just throwing some ideas out there! Let me know how you get on.

UBERMOUTH said...

That was really fun reading. LOL

I never once dropped a hit of acid[on the floor]. :)

I OVED the creativity of you getting dressed, returning to work and pretending that you were in the toilet. I would have just said I was my own sister[that I don't have].


One complaint- I am now too afraid to ever order salad out again. Thanks!

fingers said...

I think you may have missed the point there, Emmak ??
YOU are the sausage slicer I was referring to...you silly sausage...

EmmaK said...

Fingers....er yes I see I was really sleep deprived yesterday! I'll take that as an um compliment then???

Ubermouth....yeah you'd be surprised how many teenagers work in so called classy restaurants when you think you're paying for a top chef ....I think my training took about ten minutes!

Bibsey Mama said...

I love the fact that you managed to drop the acid without actually 'dropping' it.

Well done for getting fired so many times. I wish I had... looking back at some of my jobs I do not think 'hmmm I wish I had worked there longer'.

Happy Easter and much chocolate.

Ella S said...

Ah temping - I have fond memories of my temping jobs. I wish I'd thought of going home to bed, if only to end that phase in my so-called career early!