My sister and I...
...got a Saturday job mucking out at a local stable.

We worked from 8am to four in the afternoon, up to our knees in shit and straw, all in the company of evil-looking horses and their equally evil-looking owners.

At the end of the day, we knocked on the door of the owner's luxuriously-appointed house for our day's wages.

"Ah yes," she said, looking down her nose at us as if we'd trodden in something, which we had. "Here's your pound."

"A pound? A chuffin' POUND?"

"If you don't like it, there's plenty of teenagers who'd happily work here for nothing."

"A fucking POUND?"

She's got a foul mouth, ScarySister.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Tue 28 Oct 2008, 14:28, 5 replies)

Not disagreeing at all that it's tight and the owner's a dick, but
did she not think to ask how much she'd get beforehand?
( rhebus ac201fd270c3b96beab24f2829780ab2, Tue 28 Oct 2008, 14:50, closed)

Blinded by the ponies
And I blinded by the need for cold hard cash.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Tue 28 Oct 2008, 15:47, closed)

I think that
half a ton of fresh horseshit on the bonnet of her Range Rover may have made the point equally well.
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Tue 28 Oct 2008, 15:08, closed)

At the age of 13
I worked for a full week at a stables in my school holidays.

The reward - a one hour ride :-(
(misspiggy In danger of having to get a job, Tue 28 Oct 2008, 15:30, closed)

I have, in my chequered past:
Hay baled -- All day for 20p. I was 10.
Rung chickens necks -- All day, for £2. I was 14.
Dug a grave -- Two days for £5. I was 15.

I'm having the last laugh now. You should see my daily rate for browsing teh internets.
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Tue 28 Oct 2008, 15:38, closed)