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 though working for myDad was shit. 50p an hour to do painting, the lad who was with me who was the son of another employee got £1 for the same cocking job.
Not as bad a mate of mine who worked at the local pop factory. His job was to slash misformed bottles of the production line, pour the lemonade down the drain and put the empty bottle in a skip. During summer this attracted wasps, fucking millions of the cunts.
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DrPoppers Touched by his noodly appendage, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 15:33,
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