Three days. Cleaning a Marmite factory. You have no idea what decades of Marmite production leaves on the walls of a Victorian factory building. By Wednesday I just couldn't hack it any more
I suppose you either love or hate a job like that
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'