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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BabbysittingOne whole week of my summer was given up to chasing three brats around their mother's disgusting house all for a hundred bucks. It sounded great to me (I was fourteen), till I worked out how much per hour that was.
(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 16:22, Reply)
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