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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What makes my story different to most other paperboy storiesis that it's my boss who fucked off, rather than me.
I went in one Wednesday morning and there was a sign in the newsagent's that said "Sorry for the inconvenient. We are closed and will be back in a verry soon." (Spelling included - he had only been in England for a couple of years.) Which was unusual, to say the least, but he had a little girl and there was a hospital nearby so I assumed maybe she'd had an accident of some sort.
So I waited around for "a verry soon" before a rival newsagent, Ming, came out and told me not to bother, and that my boss had left in a hurry the night before.
I have (technically) been employed there exactly a year this weekend but in six months my boss hasn't come back and nobody knows what happened to him...
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Reid got it going on like Donkey Kong, Sun 19 Feb 2006, 14:17,
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