I had a Saturday job delivering meat on one of the big old bikes with the basket on the front. There were supposed to be two lads working there but I never saw the other one so I had to do two rounds. At the start of each round the basket was so heavy that I had to keep my weight on the saddle or it would tip forward. It was very hilly and no gears. I reckon I used to cycle 15 miles in total. For this I got £1 + tips and most weeks a nice joint of meat for Sundays. The shop assistant was into horse racing and he would take my tips and invariably quadruple them. Then I joined the RAF and got the award for fittest new recruit.
didnt work at all till i was 18 (no not even a paper round) walked straight into an IT job and walked out a week later :-)
should enjoy your life at 15 and not be thinking of work!
I was actually thinking of trying to convince our bursar to hire someone exactly like you over the summer - haul boxes, poke wires in holes, etc, get a laptop at the end of it.
always liked this one
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television,choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Last edited by markcuk; 25th March 2008 at 09:06 PM.
My first job was working in a local bakers cleaning the wooden bread trays on a Saturday morning.
I started at 5:30 in the morning and had a bass broom head with the bristles cut down to scrub the trays in an old tin bath.......I was only allowed to use 2 kettles worth of hot water in the tub (the rest was straight from the cold tap) as the owner was a tight ar*e and didn't want me wasting his electric. I was outside at all times, even in rain / sleet / hail / snow, and didn't finish until 12:30, if I'd cleaned all the trays, if not then I had to stay on, unpaid!!! I was only allowed 1 break during which time I had to make the brews for all the bakers, but was never allowed to have a freebie cake or bread roll.
All of this and I was only 11!!!!
Saying that, I was paid £2.00 an hour, and I was introduced to a lot of new words that my mother didn't approve of!
By the way this was 26+ years ago, and it didn't do me any harm....infact when I joined the military at 16 I was already well ahead of my peers when it came to swearing and hard work.
Last edited by muppet; 25th March 2008 at 11:52 PM.
My first job taught me a lot of things too, some things I wish I'd never been told about.and I was introduced to a lot of new words that my mother didn't approve of!
Last edited by localzuk; 26th March 2008 at 09:47 AM.
Hey could some people send me their CV so I can get an idea on what to put in mine.
you'd be better off asking a careers advisor at school for cv tips... people who have been in work have a completely different cv.
You just need a piece of paper with your name and contact details... then list your strengths.
My220x (26th March 2008)
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