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I used to work for the BBC. The hours were okay, allthough the pay was shit. I spent most of my time reading, honestly. Oh sure, I'd get the customers their shoes or hand them some drinks, but that was mostly it. When we closed I'd do more, a bit of cleaning, wiping down the lanes, making sure all the balls were in the right place. It was an ok job.
Oh wait, you're talking about the British Broadcasting Company, aren't you? No, see, I worked for a local Bowling and Billiards Center.
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