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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when i'm cleanin' lockersWhen i was a cute preteen and even into my early teens, my granddad was the caretaker (or janitor for the 'merikins)at a locl high school. Each and every summer, i was taken along by him to help out cleaning each and every locker, around 800 in total, of each years accumulated filth and detritus. This involved finding the corrct key for each locker, opening it, removing the encrusted gym kit/bluemoulded packed lunch/irraplaceable coursework, and chucking it into a bin, and cleaning the inside of said locker with toxic chemicals from the 80's. I got blisters, cuts and backache doing this job each year. The reward for my efforts? £1.00. cash. as i got older it rose to the princly sum of £1.50, for the whole job lot. And you know what? while it was horrible work, sad git that i am, that was the only time i ever spent any time alone with my grandad as a lad, and given the choice i'd pay for the chance to do it now. Enjoy your shite jobs people, cos one day you'll have responsible things to do.
(, Tue 21 Feb 2006, 22:55, Reply)
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