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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Not quite child labour......but as a weedy sixth-former, working in a tile yard was probably a non-starter. Days 1 and 2 not too bad. Fine, I thought. Despite general unfitness and inability to swear every other word, I might get through the whole summer holidays here.
Cue day 3, the hottest day of the year so far. Me and my mate from school had to load a whole roof's worth of slates onto the truck by hand. BTW, I had new, cheap boots on.
At the end of the day, I went to bed and slept for 24 hours, then couldn't get my socks off because the blisters on my feet had burst, dried and glued them on. I had to soak them in the bath to get them off.
Needless to say I didn't go back, and got a job soldering in a factory instead. Still got paid though, £40 for 3 days work, IIRC.
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Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Wed 22 Feb 2006, 13:44,
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