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General Topics => All things that have nothing to do with Turkey => Topic started by: mercury on October 29, 2017, 10:56:39 AM
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I read that the daughter of a famous person on here has got her first part time job.. What was your first time job.. I worked at a local hairdressers washing hair.. 2 hours on a Friday evening and all day Saturday washing hair and sweeping up.. 2 and 6 an hour.. (12 and a half pence in old money)..
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Mine was in a Kentucky Fried Chicken. Worked Saturday 10am-6pm and Sunday 10am-3pm. There were 2 of us working on Saturday, and we had to wash the chicken, cook the chicken, fry the chips, make huge pans of gravy and massive tubs of coleslaw and sweetcorn salad. After that we had to make up stacks of the boxes with grease-proof linings ready for the late shift. We also had to serve at the counter. Sundays I worked alone and had to wash and cook chicken and fry chips, serve at the counter and re-stock the boxes. We were allowed 1piece of chicken, chips and a side every shift (for free).I can't remember how much the wages were, but I think it was about £15 a week.We also got staff discount.
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I forgot to say that this was in 1977 and I was 15 (I told the boss that I was 16).
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I worked in a tyre fitting shop (like Quick Fit) from 14 yrs old on a Saturday and in the school holidays.
It was proper hard graft all for £2 per day.
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My first part-time job was delivering groceries on a G-G-G-G-Granville bike for the local corner shop. The crafty old shopowner always overloaded the bloody thing so I'd only have to make one trip and it would reduce the time he had to pay me. I'd often get off it for a delivery and it would do a nosedive, spreading the groceries all over the street.
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Apart from paper rounds, my first part time job was working for a fruit & veg stall on Leighton Market. It was tough work, start at 05:45 setting up, I was coffee/tea boy (which was a welcome skive being sent to the cafe), being sent under the stall to collect any fruit that had fallen off the stall, late afternoon I would be sent out from to get rid of whatever wasn't selling ("20 pence a paand yer spring greens" - well embarrassing first few times) then pack it all up and maybe be gone by six.
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Barrie had a paper round as kids did in those days.. Morning papers. 13 shillings. Evening papers 6 shilling and sixpence.. Sunday papers.4 bags that he could hardly lift of the floor 9 shillings.. He kept his morning paper round on for a year after he started his apprenticeship because his wages were poor.. Total for Morning evening and Sunday. £1.45... Wage as an apprentice mechanic.. £2. 18 and 6. After stamps. 40 hours..
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The newly opened Wilton market in Erdington. I was 11, worked from 8.30 until 5.30pm for a quid. It was easy enough work for a crockery stall, that used auction off dinner sets and ornaments in a wicker basket. Remember them coloured tall bottles and multi coloured fish. My job was to grab the money and wrap the goods. Happy Days. I remember being able to buy my sister the Donny Osmond Puppy love album for christmas.. ;D ;D : :)
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I had a Saturday job in my friend's grocery shop at the time we moved to decimal currency - change-over day was fun!
My wages were a fiver plus a roast lunch at my friend's house. That fiver financed a Saturday night out at an Ainsdale night club which included:
Train fare Crosby to Ainsdale
4 x Gin and Tonic
Taxi home
Those were the days.
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Going down the potatoe fields behind the tractor, throwing off the tops so the local ladies could put the spuds in their buckets more quickly. Can’t remember the payment, probably only a couple of shillings, a bottle of cold tea and a cheese butty a day. I was told that I frequently hitched a lift in the trailer while Maggie Thatcher was driving (her sister was married to the farmer). Must say that I was totally unaware of who she was and what she would later become. When I was bit older I picked apples and black currents on a local fruit farm . I certainly didn’t need a holiday abroad to get a good tan in those days. Happy, healthy times. 8)
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While still at school I "graduated" from the obligatory paper round to delivering the wonderful Aberdeen delicacy - the rowie.
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First real part time job was in Millets who in those days predominately sold camping equipment.
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We have famous people on CBF ?
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Babysat for 50p a night from 11 years old.
Friend at school then got us both a job at 13 years old cutting up and putting negatives into those film envelopes for a photographic developers studio. Can't remember how much I earned but the horrible woman we worked with used to drown herself in Freesia perfume and I have never been able to stand the smell since.
We were not allowed in a certain room, which was occupied by a young man that put photograph packs into brown envelopes. We snuck in one lunchtime and looked at some of the 'brown envelope' photos. Threw me packed lunch in the bin ...
At 16 I graduated to BHS and worked the deli counter every Saturday. I was then promoted to women's 'fashion' and later taken under the wing of the store detective and my trained nose for a tea-leaf and general wrong 'un has served me well since.
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On Fridays I worked through the night with a driver from West Brom' Bakery, delivering fresh bread & cakes to the shops and
taking the out of date stuff back to the Bakery. Saturdays I worked through the night with a driver for The Birmingham Post & Mail
delivering bundles of papers to the Newsagents. Sunday afternoons I cooked swill & meal and fed pigs & chickens on a
smallholding. I cant remember the wages but I was able to give my Mom money, have more than my mates, and was allowed to
take bread, cakes & fresh eggs home. School holidays I worked on building sites with a mates Dad.
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Mine was working in Woolworths on a Saturday. I was on the haberdashery for a year, I went on the sweet counter for 1 day because someone was ill and I ate one sweet. The bosses son, who was only 12 saw me and told his Dad. When we got our wages at the end of day, I was made an example of and sacked!!! Mortified wasnt the word!! The supervisors on that counter had whole bars of chocolate under the counter that they were scoffing. My Mum was furious with me. I got another job at the first freezer shop in our town, asked why I had left Woolies, I told the truth, they gave me the job because of my honesty!!! Irony or what.
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Crime doesn’t pay
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We have famous people on CBF ?
That surprised me too.
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Like Scunner mine was working in the shops and market stalls of my extended families Fruit and Veg business from about 12 or 13yrs old until about 18. Very early starts and backbreaking work. Late night/early morning trips to London for supplies and then setting up and serving in the shops and stalls (northampton and Kettering). Worst job was boiling the beetroot to make pickle. My auntie telling me not to be a wuss by plunging my hands in the hot water to retrieve the veg. Loved it!
Cue the.....
C’mon ladies, come and get your gums around my juicy plums
You don’t get many of them for a pound
Etc etc. Oh the joy of the non PC days
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I had a Saturday job in my friend's grocery shop at the time we moved to decimal currency - change-over day was fun!
My wages were a fiver plus a roast lunch at my friend's house. That fiver financed a Saturday night out at an Ainsdale night club which included:
Train fare Crosby to Ainsdale
4 x Gin and Tonic
Taxi home
Those were the days.
Was the name of the club Toad Hall?
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Yes, sometimes Mary62, but more often The Sands - are you from the area?
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A fiver? For a day? I only got five quid for a week working in an office.
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Bluwise, I'm a Scouser born and bred. Went to Toad hall a few times, never went to sands though. My usual haunt was Spectrum Club on Aintree Road, and Orrell Park Ballroom. Wavertree High St was always buzzin in the late 70's and early 80s.
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Just remembered that when we were kids we used to go bitting with our lorry carts..Made from a good pair of pramwheels. For you who don't know what that is...We used to go around on a Sunday collecting vegetable peelings from the estate we lived on.. We used a large potato sack and dragged it around on the lorry cart.. We delivered it to Piggy Joe's farm.. 9 pence a sack.. And a shilling for a sack of bread.. My little brother was a neighborhood favourite and the neighbours all used to save their bread for him..grrrr... Threepence was a lot of difference in those days..