Posts by andrew llewellyn
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<quote>"I will eat your soul"...
A far better class of advice to talkback callers.<\quote>
I can imagine it issuing forth from Michael Laws, actually.
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Nice work Leo.
Give that man a channel to programme.
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There was little difference between a large government department & a large multinational company. Except you get unreasonable directives from Head Office, instead of the Minister's Office.
I presume it hasn't changed in 15 years.
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I got beaten by the man at work - the faceless bureaucrats anyway. I worked for a multinational, fortune 500 company whose CEO was a member of the Business Round Table.
For reasons too complex to go into, I had the chance to visit one of our branches in Australia. Unfortunately, the firm had a rule that only senior managers could travel overseas.
So the Australian branch offered to pay the fare - oddly, they really wanted to see me.
You don'ts break the rules though in a fortune 500 company. I did not go.
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nail polish remover
Gah - acetone! It's all coming back to me now....
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I remember seeing more than a few guys there who seemed pretty well permanently toasted after many years in the solvent room.
Everyone was happier by afternoon.
What got me, having worked there in the holidays for 3 years (? if not more :) was how many long servers had passed away from cancer & the like, since I'd last been there.
The union kept an eye on the factory practises, but the workers would spend their allotted solvent-free breaks playing euchre & smoking.
Although I would not be surprised if washing your hands, arms & even faces in a mix of turpentine, nail polish remover & sundry other solvents each day for years, was harmful to your health.
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some close friends of ours,
Not to mention Ian & Jackie on the front page of the Dompost having to pull the car over beside the fowler centre, on their way to the maternity ward, to give birth to a little boy.
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Dulux paints, circa 1980, my job was to clean out the vats that paint was made in. I had a high pressure hose, and every solvent known to humankind on tap.
The factory workforce at the time included a major portion of golf mad pacific islanders, many spend their lunchtimes in the carpark driving golfballs into a paddock across the road. One guy in particular, stout, maybe 35ish, was particularly mad on the game.
Years later, I was working for the Dept of Corrections, being led through the labyrinth that is Mt Crawford Prison to a computer room deep within. We went through the sex offenders unit, and who should be there to greet me (although I'm not sure he recognised me) bewigged & clothed like Dame Edna, but the golf mad paint maker from years ago.
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Way to go mum & dad! And son.
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Although I guess they could have David Slick, Keith Thing, Seeming Mock and Jesus Christie ...
Very good!