My worst job.

This lens is really dusty.

I haven't used this camera for such a long

time, it's just covered in dust.

So in this video, I want to talk about the

worst job I've ever had. It was also the

first job I ever had. So when I was 14, I

was super into Warhammer 40K. I was

completely addicted to it. Now, if you

don't know what Warhammer 40K is, it's

basically a tabletop miniature board game

and Where you collect soldiers and tanks

and vehicles, and they come in pieces and

you have to glue them together and then

paint them. And then you'd fight your

friends' armies, you'd fight against their

armies, and you would use dice and table

and tape measures and little plastic

template things to measure out distances.

It's really nerdy, and it was also

extremely expensive. It would cost about

£40 for the rulebook. The rulebook was

this gigantic 250-page huge

book. And then you had to buy boxes of

soldiers and tanks. A box of 15 to 20

soldiers could cost about £20. A tank

could cost about £40. And then you also

had to buy the paint and the paintbrushes

and the glue and scenery to decorate your

battletop, your battlefield. I was quite

proud of mine. I had this green tablecloth

that I placed over my table and And I had

pieces of polystyrene which I had painted

grey, which were supposed to be like

ruined pieces of building. And me and my

friends, we always used to go to Games

Workshop every Sunday to— they did like

a training course where they taught you

how to play the game, and we had

tournaments and battles with the other

kids there. There's this one time I beat

this other kid so badly he started crying.

It was so funny. Anyway. As a 14-year-old

kid, I didn't have any way of making money

outside of birthdays and Christmas. So I

begged my mum to let me go with her to

work. She used to work in this chicken

farm, this battery chicken farm. They had

this gigantic warehouse full of chickens,

and the chickens were in cages, and they

would just pump out eggs all day. That was

their sole purpose in life. And our job

was to stand by the conveyor belts, and we

had to collect the eggs. We had to pick up

the eggs one by one Place them in these

cardboard trays, and it was a disgusting

job. Number one, there was no ventilation

or windows in the warehouse, so the whole

place stunk like chicken shit. After a few

hours of standing in that warehouse, you

could actually— you could taste the

chicken shit in your mouth, in your

saliva, and it was horrible. And, um, the

eggs were covered in chicken shit and

blood and dried up egg yolk and egg

whites. It was horrible. We weren't

allowed to use gloves because if you use

gloves, it made it easier to drop the

eggs. Also, it was kind of dangerous

because you could get your fingers caught

in the conveyor belt if you were unlucky.

You could get your fingers stuck between

the bars as it was moving, and this

happened to my mum a few times. Her

fingers got crushed and it was like a

sausage being squeezed, like the meat

would come out or something like that. It

was disgusting. And we had to start

work at around 5 AM, so I had to wake up

at 4 AM. And then we drove to the farm.

It took us about an hour. And I was so

desperate for money because I was so

addicted to Warhammer 40K that I managed

to do this job for about 5 to 6 months.

And I must have spent about £1,000 on

Warhammer 40K. And that was because with

my personality, I find it really difficult

to stick to things. I keep changing my

mind. Even with 40K, Warhammer 40K, I

couldn't stick to one army. I kept

changing armies. My first army was Orks,

and then I switched to Chaos Marines, and

then I switched to Imperial Guard, and

then I switched to Eldar, and then finally

I settled on Tau. So I spent nearly all of

summer that year working at the chicken

farm with my mum, and then one day she

said I can't come with her anymore because

her boss told her off. She said she's not

allowed to bring kids to work with her.

You have to be over 16 to work there

because there's dangerous machinery like

the conveyor belts that can potentially

crush your finger. Sometimes I really miss

those days. My friends used to come over

to my house after school. We would play

Warhammer. We would sit in my room

painting and gluing stuff together and

then have battles against each other. I

used to enjoy going to Games Workshop

every Sunday. There was this really nice

guy who used to work there called Dan.

And he used to tease us because my friend

was also really quiet and shy, and all the

other kids in the shop, they would be

really noisy and talkative, and me and my

friend, we would just be standing there in

silence. And Dan used to tease us. He used

to say, do you guys communicate using

telepathy? Because you're so quiet all the

time. It was quite funny. There was this

one time I really wanted to go to Games

Workshop by myself because my friend

couldn't come. There was something I

wanted to buy. So I decided to go by

myself for the very first time, and I had

never used the train before by myself.

And back then it was around 2005,

2004, and back then the trains we had were

really old and really rubbish, really

old-fashioned trains. They didn't have

automatic doors or electric doors, and the

way you opened the train door was there

was this metal bar on the outside of the

door. You pushed it down, you pushed it

in, and then you opened the door. But

there was no bar on the inside of the

train. To open the door from the inside of

the train, you had to open— pull the

window down, put your arm outside of the

door, and then push the bar— pull the bar

in, and then push the door open. It was

really complicated. And the train got to

my station, and I didn't know how to open

the door. I was looking for a handle or a

way to open the door from the inside of

the train, but there wasn't one. So I

rushed into the next carriage where there

were some people sitting And I said, I

can't open the door, I need to get out of

the train. And one of them said you had to

open the window, you had to pull the

window down and then open it from the

outside. And by then it was too late, the

train had already started moving. So I

waited for it to get to the next stop,

and I pushed down on this metal bar which

I thought was the bar to open the door,

but it was the bar to pull down the

window. So I started panicking again, and

then the train started moving, but someone

else was behind me and he was trying to

help me. He said, you have to pull down

the window and open it from the outside.

So I managed to open the door and I jumped

off the train whilst it was moving. I did

like a commando roll as I jumped off. It

was really dangerous. And I was at the

wrong station, so I had to call my mum and

she had to come and pick me up. And that

was my first ever experience taking the

train by myself. It was a bit scary, to be

honest. So because I had to stop working

with my mum at the chicken farm, I started

to sell my previous Warhammer 40K armies

to my friends. To make money, and they

also used to pay me some money to paint

their figurines for them because they were

really bad at painting. And around that

time, we started to lose interest in

Warhammer 40K, and we started playing

Warhammer Fantasy, which is pretty much

the same thing except for it's set in a

fantasy setting. And then we lost interest

in that, and we started playing Lord of

the Rings, the tabletop miniature game.

And then we finished secondary school,

and they stopped coming over. And I never

saw my friends ever again. The end.