Child LabourThere is a special part of Hell I'd like to reserve for those arses that order every single Sunday paper. Do you know how heavy that makes the bundle of papers some poor kid (ie me) has to lug around? Funny how your papers always seemed to get mangled in your letterbox...
I loved my paper round, but, looking back, I was getting paid peanuts to ruin my back and cycle around in the cold and dark. How were you exploited as a child?
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chthonic, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:05)
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factorytaking lots of drugs instead of concentrating on GCSE`s found me at work at 16 as an apprentice. Not so bad you may think, but this was in a back street foundry in darkest brum. Apart from the appalling wages (100 notes a week at 20 in 1993), intense heat and dangerous machinery (some of them should have been in a museum) the worst was the factory women.
As a cute 16 year old it certainly opened my eyes and made me grow up very quickly; go to college at night and get the fuk outta there.
Ah but i`m not bitter, tho the mammories still haunt me.
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Bobson, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 18:10,
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