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 eleven years oldThe very first job that I can remember was cleaning up after the 'Parkpop' festival in The Hague. It's the largest free pop festival in Europe, and those 450,000+ people leave a lot of trash behind. For every full garbage bag I brought to the garbage trucks, I received 2 guilders (about 40 euro cents).
The following day, I bought my very first LP: Duran Duran (yeah baby!). Oh, those '80s will never come back, I hope.
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mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this, Mon 20 Feb 2006, 15:21,
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