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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mmm, penicillin...As a young (and quite frankly foolish) teenager wanting vodka money, I got a job in the local greengrocers, having being seduced with the idea of free strawberries (or something like that anyway). However, the wage was £2.50 p/h, bearing in mind that this was only about 5 years ago and therefore still worth, well NOTHING. The worst part was at christmas, when satsumas and all those other godawful miniature orange wannabe fruits are in fashion and out of every crate that came in, about 15 would have gone completely mouldy. We're talking grey balls of fluff that disintegrate into blobs of grossness and slime as soon as you touch them. So anyway, myself and all the other underage underpaid workers would don a plastic bag on each hand (no gloves, oh no, just those RUBBISH see through bags you get in supermarkets etc) and pick out the bloody rank fruit. If we did it particularly quickly or well we would get as a little bonus...a FRICKING SATSUMA! probably from the crate we just cleaned. grr.
(S.K Fruits in Trowbridge if you're wondering. Named and shamed.)
(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 13:54, Reply)
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