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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I was forced.My mother and grandmum when I was a kid used to make extra money having garage sales and selling stuff at flea markets at every free weekend. So any extra unpayable worker they could get to help them was drafted - including me and my sis. Unfortunately my sister being an utter cunt and the fact that everyone knew they weren't gonna get paid left me their only option a good deal of the time. So primary school age me got stuck every saturday in the blazing hot sun either helping to sell my old toys and clothes (which sometimes my mum sold without even telling me beforehand) or cheap school supplies to old women with fanny packs and bright-colored stretch pants looking for stuff to give their grandkids.
My reward for my chlid labor: the ability for me and my sis to eat school lunches everyday. And the occasional sunburn.
I have two jobs now and neither of them are in retail.
(, Sat 18 Feb 2006, 0:20, Reply)
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