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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My First Job was basically slave labourFirst Job: Working at a well known local garden centre which has now been taken over, working saturday for £12.50 a day, doing all the shitty jobs that the full time staff couldn't be arsed to do, including at one point moving around 80 1 ton pallets of seeds, bird food etc out of the store room so that it could be swept, rearranging row after row of plants in the snow and they would let me wear a coat or gloves. Revenge was had when allowed on the tills, back in the days of 'no sale' and hand swiped credit cards. £100+ a day before being sacked.
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The Beast can't help looking at womens breasts on the tube, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 13:26,
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