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MistaX's thread gave me the idea for this thread.
What was the first job you ever had?
Mine was in the holiday between graduating from high school and going to university. I was hired as a "Multiple Housesitter". Basically I got assigned 10 or so properties for the holidays, to look after. The owners were on holiday and it was my job to feed the pets, collect the mail, open and close curtains in the morning/evening for each property etc. It was ok, except for the driving around (no aircon + summer = :hot: ).
Two memorable events included a black cat called Boots and two hungry dogs (A German Shepard and some sort of mongrel).
The house with Boots was supposed to be an easy affair. Go twice a day, play with the cat, feed it, leave. Except I arrived one afternoon to find Boots had thoughtfully vomitted up mornings breakfast all over the lounge carpet, attracting vast quantites of ants. Wasnt fun explaining this "plausible" reason for the stain on the carpet to the owner on his arrival back.
The other occasion, the owner hadnt fed the two dogs for two days prior to my arrival on the scene. So i stick my hand over the gate to unlock it from the inside and find two seethingly angry dogs trying to get some lunch. Took me an hour to figure out how to calm them down. Had to eventually resort to pepper spray. Lousy owner.
I eventually got the sack because I tried to dispose of one owner's Labradors and Collies "landmines" by throwing them into the plants in the garden instead of pooper-scooping them. The owner found out my harebrain scheme, and that was that.
What was the first job you ever had?
Mine was in the holiday between graduating from high school and going to university. I was hired as a "Multiple Housesitter". Basically I got assigned 10 or so properties for the holidays, to look after. The owners were on holiday and it was my job to feed the pets, collect the mail, open and close curtains in the morning/evening for each property etc. It was ok, except for the driving around (no aircon + summer = :hot: ).
Two memorable events included a black cat called Boots and two hungry dogs (A German Shepard and some sort of mongrel).
The house with Boots was supposed to be an easy affair. Go twice a day, play with the cat, feed it, leave. Except I arrived one afternoon to find Boots had thoughtfully vomitted up mornings breakfast all over the lounge carpet, attracting vast quantites of ants. Wasnt fun explaining this "plausible" reason for the stain on the carpet to the owner on his arrival back.
The other occasion, the owner hadnt fed the two dogs for two days prior to my arrival on the scene. So i stick my hand over the gate to unlock it from the inside and find two seethingly angry dogs trying to get some lunch. Took me an hour to figure out how to calm them down. Had to eventually resort to pepper spray. Lousy owner.
I eventually got the sack because I tried to dispose of one owner's Labradors and Collies "landmines" by throwing them into the plants in the garden instead of pooper-scooping them. The owner found out my harebrain scheme, and that was that.