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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in an ulitmately unsuccessful attempt (well to a certain extent) to get myeslf and my siblings to undersand the value of money and its relationship to workmy dad decided that myself and my two sisters would no longer receive pocket money, but would do odd jobs around the house for pay instead
the jobs ranged in value from 2p for cat feeding to (i think) a couple of quid for full car wash. bins were to be emptied, washing up done. all jobs of work had a pound (more likely penny) value attached
im sure many other children experienced this utilisation of progeny resource.
being a lazy feck at heart i found it intensely unfair that i no longer gained remuneration for doing precisely feckall around the house.
especially when it came to the end of the week when our 'wage' was calculated, and i had come up short on dosh for that new go-bot.
i did managed to save for a couple of big toys (nine months for the lego airport). but, dammit, it was hard going. and while not totally exploitative, well not as much as some tales of woe on these boards, i think the cleaner my rents hired after i went to uni got substantially more an hour than i did.
but hey, how much hassle is it to feed two cats for tuppence. gah
(, Mon 20 Feb 2006, 16:52, Reply)
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