My first job was at a Co-op pickle factory in Manchester.On an 8 hour shift,we worked half hour on,half hour off with an hour for breakfast.We also changed/showered on company time.I reckon I did 3 hours a day.
And the best bit,£120 a week nearly 30 years ago (a pint in my local was 49p).
My mam,bless her said I'd have to contribute to the household now I was earning,and demanded a tenner a week.I never did tell her my wages!
Lesson was that after 6 months in the warehouse, I talked them into letting me help them on a project on the basis of my degree. I did the work unpaid (figured I owed them a few hours) and they eventually created a new position for me working on other projects. Alas I actually had to do work and didn't get 6 hours of racing forklifts. But I did get a career out of it.
babysitting for children who were always asleep when i got there
Similar scenario to some extent.
Left college and no jobs and no jobs in my area of study so I took the first job I could as a clerk in a warehouse on nightshift. This meant a group of about ten guys and one supervisor. We would use the first hour to try and get the nights loading done all apart from one truck.
We then had 6 hours at our leisure on double time. Poker, movies, Fork lift racing, and various other sackable offences. We would then start loading the last wagon just before the morning shift arrived and would proclaim how we hadn't stopped all night.
Bulmers in Clonmel?
I remember a few years back they put forklift racing up on youtube
They all got sacked
We would use the first hour to try and get the nights loading done all apart from one truck.
We then had 6 hours at our leisure on double time.
Worked as a Postie one Xmas for 2 weeks. I was paid from (I think) 9am - 3.30pm but could go home whenever the work was done. After figuring out the route the first day, I was usually back in college for before 12. Not dossing per se, but it felt like free money at the time.
+1, and the parents always left lots of goodies and had sky movies, i used to love babysitting!
Same here. I used to have a brilliant babysitting job where the little girl was really good and went to bed no problem before her parents headed out. There was always a gorgeous supper left in the kitchen for me and I had the telly to myself all night. Then I would be sent home in a taxi. What a job!
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