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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Not really a child when it happened....But when I was 16 I had a job in a wood cutting factory. Y'know the type of place that makes frames for mirrors and pictures. Yes. I was totally shit at it too. Despite my best efforts to measure each piece of wood obsessively to "minimise wastage" I was always left with about a dozen shitty bits that no-one could use. The low point came when my supervisor revealed that after 2 months of "taking it easy" I'd have to fetch my own boxes of wood from the warehouse. Okay, I thought, I'll give it a go. Picture me then, weak as a kitten, skinny as a rake, with a 20 foot long, 90lb box of wood balanced on my shoulder. The trick was to let the box literally fall onto you and hoist it. After a single day of that I was truly fucked and resembled a car crash victim. Trust me when I say living on the dole for only 20 quid less a week was heaven.
(, Wed 22 Feb 2006, 21:57, Reply)
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