Work Experience
We've got a work experience kid in for a couple of weeks and he'll do anything you tell him to... He's was in the server room most of yesterday monitoring the network activity lights - he almost missed his lunch till we took pity on him.
We are bastards.
How bad was your first experience of work?
( , Thu 10 May 2007, 9:45)
We've got a work experience kid in for a couple of weeks and he'll do anything you tell him to... He's was in the server room most of yesterday monitoring the network activity lights - he almost missed his lunch till we took pity on him.
We are bastards.
How bad was your first experience of work?
( , Thu 10 May 2007, 9:45)
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Maybe, but not a lot.
Ahh… work experience!
Mine was actually quite good, at the time (15 years of age) I was working on Saturdays (all shops were closed on a Sunday, it's was the law!) in a sports shop, which, at the time was brilliant, all the trainers I wanted, at cost-price plus VAT. (Which meant they were between 30% and 60% cheaper than the retail price).
Anyway, we were all individually tasked as school to arrange out own work experience and it was painful to say the least. NONE of us made any attempt to try and get work experience within areas of employment we might be interested in, instead, we all looked for ways in which we could be paid at the end of the working week. This meant that most of the lads who had self-employed parents blagged themselves a fortnight with the family firm, the lads who had dads with a trade would labour for them and so on.
My old man was retired, my old dear worked in Insurance.
I wanted money.
So, one Saturday - having had a particularly productive day selling - I casually mention to my boss that I've got 2 weeks of work experience to arrange and, if he wanted me, I'd be available.
He thought about it for a bit and then said, 'OK' - but if you are working full time, I can't give you 'full time' money, you'll have the same commission (I got a quid for every pair of shoes sold that cost over £20.00 and I was allowed to give upto a 15% discount on anything to close a deal) - and I got a massive £1.75 per hour. That's one pound and seventy five pence.
Turns out however, that the two weeks I worked, appeared to be the 2 most popular weeks of the year for foreign exchange students to visit the roman city of Bath. It also turns out that Brazilian students have a stupid amount of money and were, at the time completely mad for New Balance trainers.
So, whilst, at the age of 15 I was earning about a tenner a day based on my hourly wage, I was able to top this up by between 30 and 40 quid a day with commission.
So there I was, working 6 days a week for 2 weeks and I made almost £500.00 which, as a 15 year old (And this is well over 15 years in the past) - I felt like a millionaire!
You know what I did with the money? No? Me neither.
This is a rubbish story isn't it?
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Rubbish - but true, and we can't all claim that can we?
( , Fri 11 May 2007, 14:32, Reply)
Ahh… work experience!
Mine was actually quite good, at the time (15 years of age) I was working on Saturdays (all shops were closed on a Sunday, it's was the law!) in a sports shop, which, at the time was brilliant, all the trainers I wanted, at cost-price plus VAT. (Which meant they were between 30% and 60% cheaper than the retail price).
Anyway, we were all individually tasked as school to arrange out own work experience and it was painful to say the least. NONE of us made any attempt to try and get work experience within areas of employment we might be interested in, instead, we all looked for ways in which we could be paid at the end of the working week. This meant that most of the lads who had self-employed parents blagged themselves a fortnight with the family firm, the lads who had dads with a trade would labour for them and so on.
My old man was retired, my old dear worked in Insurance.
I wanted money.
So, one Saturday - having had a particularly productive day selling - I casually mention to my boss that I've got 2 weeks of work experience to arrange and, if he wanted me, I'd be available.
He thought about it for a bit and then said, 'OK' - but if you are working full time, I can't give you 'full time' money, you'll have the same commission (I got a quid for every pair of shoes sold that cost over £20.00 and I was allowed to give upto a 15% discount on anything to close a deal) - and I got a massive £1.75 per hour. That's one pound and seventy five pence.
Turns out however, that the two weeks I worked, appeared to be the 2 most popular weeks of the year for foreign exchange students to visit the roman city of Bath. It also turns out that Brazilian students have a stupid amount of money and were, at the time completely mad for New Balance trainers.
So, whilst, at the age of 15 I was earning about a tenner a day based on my hourly wage, I was able to top this up by between 30 and 40 quid a day with commission.
So there I was, working 6 days a week for 2 weeks and I made almost £500.00 which, as a 15 year old (And this is well over 15 years in the past) - I felt like a millionaire!
You know what I did with the money? No? Me neither.
This is a rubbish story isn't it?
Click 'I like' if you think this is rubbish as well.
Rubbish - but true, and we can't all claim that can we?
( , Fri 11 May 2007, 14:32, Reply)
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