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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I always wanted to work with my Dad,as he worked with machinery and could fix thigs and stuff.
So when I was 14/15 I used to go to the factory he worked and helped him fix things (IE swept up, lifted stuff and fetched him the necessary tools). I was too young to actually be paid by the factory so he paid me a fiver himself for four and a half hours work.
I learned loads of stuff, like how to use tools, plumb hydraulics and drive a forklift (but don't tell Health and Safety), during that time and when I turned 16 the factory gave me a proper job and I have been wokring my acedemic holidays there since. Although more money would be nice.
(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:29, Reply)
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