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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71p an hour...Last summer I got a job going door to door around sussex, trying to get people to sign up for some house scam where some guy would go to their house, and force them to buy this cat-sick textured 'paint' to go on their houses that would apparntly make them last forever or something. I'm sorry if I came to your house, I probably did. It was all paid on commission, but only if once i'd signed these people up, they still agreed to have the sales guy aroun. What that meant is that even if i sign a million people up, and they all said they'd changed their mind and didn't want it, i'd get nothing.
One week I got £30. For a weeks work. A week walking up every street pretty much in the world, having doors slammed in my face, and people getting really angry at me.
We calculated it that I got 71p an hour. I wanted to cry. I quit.
(, Wed 22 Feb 2006, 16:45, Reply)
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