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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Farmer tightassBeing about 12, living in the countryside and not being able to work in a "real" job, I approached the local farmer (I was friends with his sons) in an attempt to bolster my £1 a week pocket money. He told me to arrive at the farm at 6 AM with a packed lunch the following day.
I arrived at the farm on the frosty january morning, was put in a trailer on the back of a tractor with the farmers sons, and driven (for an hour) in the icey winds to a field on top of some cliffs (again more icey winds) next to the sea. I walked around a field behind a turnip picking machine pulling up all the ones it missed. We stopped for a 15 minute lunch break (it was so cold you couldn't stay stationary for any longer), then back to pulling turnips... until 7 pm.
We got back to the farm, and I was eagerly waiting my hard earned wages... I got paid £7.50 for the whole day.
The sickening thing is that I felt like a millionaire at the time.
I have since vowed never to let my employers take the piss out of me. The main element of this strategy involves taking the piss out of them more, than they can possibly do me.
I got a promotion and a payrise last month. Ha!
(, Sun 19 Feb 2006, 12:30, Reply)
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