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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And another delivery job..And while I'm on the subject... as a holiday job while at University I got a job delivering the Thomson phone directory. You needed a car to do this, so I borrowed Mum's. Had to drive 25 miles to a depot where a man in a lorry filled the back of the car up with phone books until the suspension was on the stops. Then I was given my delivery round - almost back where I started, delivering these things to every shop and flat on a *pedestrianised* high street. So I had to go and find a trolley.... I found one that was used for shifting pianos. It was just about strong enough. I took me 3 days to finish that round, and what they paid me didn't even cover my petrol. It seems they were having trouble finding enough mugs to work for them because they asked me if I wanted to do another one. I was quite shocked myself by the response they got to that.... So if you ever see an advert in the local paper wanting people to deliver phone books.. DON'T DO IT.
(, Tue 21 Feb 2006, 13:25, Reply)
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