
There 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?
( , Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:05)
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I got a job as one of them blokes that ride around on those stupid bikes and sell Ice Cream treats. These bikes were about 200 Lbs. each, and I had to push it up hills, when I was only about 120 pounds myself. (I've put on about 100 more since then, ho ho ho!) Anyway, how much did it pay for an 8 hour shift back in 1999? $6... per fucking day! Fucking cunts!
I quit after three days.
( , Fri 17 Feb 2006, 17:54, Reply)
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