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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...One summer I got a job on a farm, I spent five days shovelling various kind of animal shit. Saturday I go to collect my pay and the farmer tells me I owe him money. Wait a minute I think, this is not how it is supposed to work. Turns out I was being charged for cups of tea and lunch that his wife had kindly offered to make me, for a rusty old spade that had literally dropped to pieces when I had picked it up, for the diesel he had to use to go and buy another spade and whole load of other little thing that were supposedly my fault. Long story short, I didn’t pay but I didn’t get paid either.
(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 17:10, Reply)
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