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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A life of work is fucking hardIn my fourth year of high school we were allowed out into the world of work for work experience. I ended up at a local fish selling company. Now i expected a easy life of stock taking in the company shop but it wasn't to be. Firstly myself and another member of my class at the smae company had to dispose of old company documents kept in a disused fishbox store. Now this was fucking like the victorian era building, infested with rats and virtually no light. Also the cunts gave us old coal bags to put the documents in so we were coated in coal dust and looked like chimney sweeps. I sneezed coal dust for a most of the cunting week.
Another time working down the local fish market I has the glamourous job of covering these big tubs (about 4ftx4ftx4ft) full of fish with ice. I did this for about four hours and twas fucking sore on me old back and being up to your elbows in ice isn't that much fun. Saying that I made £50 for this so was good money all you had to do was put up with the cold hard labour and scary fishermen :(
(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 20:56, Reply)
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