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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WooliesThere I was - 16, and hungry for my new "proper" job and all the extra dosh it would bring.
And so I joined up at the local Woolworths. Wasn't too bad - lots of free pick'n'mix and some good m8s. It was quite an upmarket suburb I was raised in (Bob Holness lives there!) yet we still got our fair share of shoplifting. Microwaves mostly.
Surprisingly effective - I mean who would try to steal a microwave? So you think till it's too late.
Best bit was the xmas period. The managers all dressed up as Santa Claus (and the girls as elves, but that wasn't too bad...), however just because they were all festive doesn't mean they were off guard. Oh no. They even had code words for when trouble was going down in-store.
I will forever remember my manager running after a shoplifter screaming "Code Sierra! Code Sierra!" into his radio before rugby tackling the little sod.
I left after the ram raiding started. (The tills are right by the front window for God's sakes!)
(And they shortchanged me £200 my first month)
(, Mon 20 Feb 2006, 18:26, Reply)
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