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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The Indoor Market!When I was about 15 a friend of mine used to work in an indoor market on a fruit and veg stall
I was needing more funds so my friend had a word with the manager of the market who said for me to pop in on Saturday as he had some work that needed doing.
So turn up on Saturday, and I am met by this Fat greasy git who says can I do some weeding out the back of the store and if I did that for 4 hours I would be handsomely rewarded!
So donning some gardening gloves I set about the task at hand pulling up weeds and rubbish for 4 hours straight!
Absolutely knackered I go into the guys office sweating like mad and he delves into his magic purse of tricks! And..
About 1 pound fucking 60p he hands me, saying do that again at there’s plenty more where that came from! To which my retort was "Well give me it now you stingy fat cunt, before being escorted off the premises!
Oh happy days!
(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 15:04, Reply)
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