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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Biscuitsi will never eat chocolate chip shortbread again. after leaving school i made the mistake of getting a seasonal job at a scottish shortbread factory (sounds like stalkers). it was the worst job EVER!all sunny outside and i'm stuck sweltering and packing biscuits on a conveyor belt. one day we got moved to the choc-chip line and they didn't give us gloves to begin with so i look up and see one of the (many) old women opposite licking melted chocolate off her fingers before continuing packing biscuits - health and hygiene issue methinks. if your line finished you got to stick stickers on boxes and if someone cut their funger and didn't notice for a while we got to open all the boxes and check biscuits for blood. i lasted about a month or so before people's tales of "once you come one year you'll be back". the thought of spending my life packing biscuits and some mini-Hitler guy telling me i was packing wrong (tryin to do stuff left handed when it's all designed for right handers is not easy). so i asked to go to the loo and just walked out the door.pay was onyl couple of quid an hour too. then got a job in the more store.not much better pay but i could still have a social life and go to work hungover coz they would let me hide up the back of the shop. and i could chat to mates when they came into town.
(, Tue 21 Feb 2006, 17:02, Reply)
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