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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Back in the days when I wanted to be a vet,one evening a week, I worked voluntarily in a local veterinary surgery.
I enjoyed going as I got to learn stuff, and everyone was really friendly (with the exception of the Scottish witch). It wasn't too bad cleaning kennels and walking dogs, as I got to watch consults, and operations.
However, after 14months of being there, a paid job for a weekend helper came up. Didn't think there was any chance I wouldn't get it, I was the only 'permanent' helper so far (ie stayed more than a week).
But the vet who owned the place gave away the job to a poor girl who had just failed her A-levels. Aww.
Funny how she had one of the biggest chests I had ever seen.
I spent the whole day referring clients to other practises and at the end of the day I walked into a consult, and told him where he could shove it in no uncertain terms.
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SocialRobot, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:45,
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