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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Pig FoodFor my two week work experience at age 15, I wanted to go the the local newspaper, but that was a plum spot that everyone wanted. So my Head of Year, a science teacher, suggested I go to our village's biggest employer instead - a factory that produced and tested animal feed. "I think you'll find it really interesting", said he.
Wrong. I spent two weeks stuffing foul-smelling grass into little pots and being called "my little virgin" by an elderly cleaning lady. In addition, I got a reputation as an "intellectual", because on my lunch break I read the only book in the factory - a Jeffrey Archer novel left by some previous sucker. When a chapter of 'Kane and Abel' is the high point of your day, you soon realise that this isn't the career for you.
Bloody Shelley Calvert got the newspaper gig. I'll never forgive her.
(first post, be gentle!)
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