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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Door-to-Door SalesI remember sitting in a sweaty gym with my teen friends, listening to the pep talk by the company flak, trying to get all fired up about selling cleaning products door-to-door. I remember how far apart the houses were in our semi-rural neighborhood, and how heavy the stuff was. And I remember the pittance.
Lots of drunkards in my neighborhood on a Saturday afternoon. I had no idea....
(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 18:00, Reply)
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