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This is part of our ongoing series of the worst/weirdest jobs — When I was in college, I spent about a year working at a toothbrush factory. At least, that’s what I called it. I was actually a graphic designer, designing the pieces that go on the end of electric toothbrushes – like I wouldRead On >>
This is part of our ongoing series of the worst/weirdest jobs — I worked for this woman who runs a social enterprise that empowers disadvantaged young women. It’s a great cause. We worked out of her flat, which made some things a bit tricky. She’d be in the kitchen, and I’d be in the diningRead On >>
This is part of our ongoing series of the worst/weirdest jobs — I worked for this charity, a youth arts education charity in South Kilburn. I was working on a big housing estate with lots of gang activity, but also lots of kids who are misjudged and prejudiced against just because they wear urban wearRead On >>
This is part of our ongoing series of the worst/weirdest jobs — When I was 14, I worked at London Fashion Week, which they do at the Natural History Museum. They have this big tent outside, so all of the big fashion designers are running around inside and all the smaller designers are outside under theRead On >>
This is part of our ongoing series of the worst/weirdest jobs — As a wandering Irishman always in search of potatoes, I’ve been around and I’ve had quite a few jobs… most of which seemed like a form of cruel and unusual punishment. I’ve sat in offices with screaming babies whilst I shout down the phoneRead On >>