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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When I was 15, I had a Saturday job in a BakeryOn a starting wage of £2.70 with a promise of a 50p pay rise if my first three weeks went well. I wanted to save up for my first festival - V2001 - and this was all that was going; so I went for it. Up at 6:30 for a 7:15 Start, till 12:15. It was so gay. Bitch of a boss, even worse co-workers (though Rose was hot) and, most importantly - all customers are wankers. Making sandwiches for ungrateful people, putting on a clean pair of plastic gloves every time I made a new one...
They didn't even tell me I was entitled to lunch!
I got them back by helping myself to coffee from the machine about once every half hour. Needless to say, this often resulted in my becoming over excited, jittery and agitated.
No pay rise. I left after 4 weeks.
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NinjaBadger hides in the bushes and gives you TB., Sat 18 Feb 2006, 21:53,
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