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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old peopleinstead of getting the usual holiday job in a clothes shop or a sandwich shop, my friend sam decided to work in an old people's home. at the age of 16, without any training, she was let loose on the poor old folk. choice highlights included:
cleaning up liquid black effluent off the toilet, the floor, the walls and the ceiling after an old woman shuffled out and said proudly, "i've done my do's".
rolling an old man out of the bath and into bed, ignoring his squeals and moans until she realised she had trapped his bellend under the mattress and was stretching him unbearably.
being attached by an old woman with a wire coat hanger as the old woman objected strongly to being dressed and going downstairs to see the family who had put her in the home in the first place. sam, undaunted, went to the kitchen for a pair of scissors... and CUT the nightie off her...
all for £3.59 an hour!
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rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 23 Feb 2006, 11:17,
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