first, poole park boating lake about 10 years old
next pig farm near wareham
joined navy 14 half only did 5 years at that ever since did government training course self employed ever after panel beater
first, poole park boating lake about 10 years old
next pig farm near wareham
joined navy 14 half only did 5 years at that ever since did government training course self employed ever after panel beater
Hard to believe you did not follow your calling as an English teacher.Originally Posted by dorch
13 years old, dog walker at the local kennels.
9 pence a dog for a half mile walk, being a greedy coont i'd take as many as possible in one go.
Sometimes you'd end up with four little dogs wrapping their leads around your legs, then a couple of bigger dogs would spot something and launch after it dragging me up the road.
Worked out about £25 a day back then.
15 years old. promoter and dj of Mod/Ska nights at the local youth centre.
Babysitting at around 14 - I still remember one obnoxious American family who had had their dog's bark removed because it made too much noise.
I used to hate those old style clothes shops. They always seemed to have a grumpy old geezer whose hand always seemed to linger a little bit longer than necessary by my happy sack when taking the inside leg measurement.Originally Posted by Simon43
So the average is about 9 and a half years old.
Come on, there must be some lazy fucker here who didn't start work until their Phd was completed aged 29.
I missed one out
At 14 I also filled bags of sand at a garden centre after school 5 days a week, £20
Ah, you're talking about 'real' jobs.Come on, there must be some lazy fucker here who didn't start work until their Phd was completed aged 29.
My first real job was at the age of 26 when I finished my Masters in Microwave Engineering from University College, London. I got a job with British Telecom analysing the effects of rain and snow on the communication path between microwave towers.
The job was 'cushy', with many trips out to do real-world measurements at tower sites, then returning to our base in central London and getting pissed on a Friday afternoon is some of the old basement taverns near to St. Paul's Cathedral.
Quite how I ended up teaching kids in Myanmar is beyond me. Where did it all go wrong?
Groping women when you're old is fine - everyone thinks you're senile
washing cars around the neighbourhood when about 12 years old followed by 2 years doing am and pm paper rounds, anything to get out of the house really.
school holidays saw me serving in a busy grocery store at weekends and working as a hospital porter during the week at a large leeds hospital. we used to ferry patients to the operating theatres, bodies to the morgue, and amputated limbs to the incinerator. jimmy savile used to turn up and do portering work a few times a month too.
dropped out of university for 2 years and worked on building sites, breweries, steel mills, production lines and road construction. those times and some of the characters i encountered convinced me to return to university and get qualified for a "proper" job with decent readies and some security, but the freedoms and lack of any responsibility during those two years were great attractions.
after university settled into regular work, interspersed with the occasional year off for travel.
^ Ya never forget yer first "job"...
11 yrs old, got a job at the local slaughterhouse along with my cousin, paid one shilling and sixpence for a full morning chasing stock through the pens and 'stringing' (cleaning intestines for sausage skins), and dodging the half dead cattle-beasts after they fell, flaying their legs, out of the bails.
Not bad money for a kid those days.
“Is it not written in your Law, ‘I said, you are gods’? John 10:34.
At the butchers where I was a general dogsbody, the Irish lads would be getting all the slops and offcuts of beef to be churned into minced beef ready, and they'd have a good laugh by emptying their ash trays into it and dirty old towels, some even pissed into the mix.
And of course nobody would know because it all comes out as ...
So next time you wanna save £2 and get the cheaper beef mince, just remember this post...
Later, from 12-16, I had a big paper route - over a hundred heavy Washington Post ever morning before dawn...super heavy on Sunday...miserable in the winter. Also mowed lawns, raked leaves, shoveled snow, washed and waxed cars, worked waxing cars at some classic auto shows, worked stocking shelves in a department store and then, at 17, started working summers for a big international moving company.
Then at 18, off to the Paras and the first full-time job.
Sundays paper round was a bastard, with all the sunday magazines making the bag weigh about 3 tonnes. Took me 4 trips.
I grew up in Islington, London, and of course that meant delivering a lot of copies of The Guardian
Odd jobs from 12 on, but first steady work was the day I turned 16. Got a job at Chick-fil-A. Good times
* Couple different paper routes at ages I don't remember.
* Spent summers trimming Christmas trees 14-15.
* Orderly in a nursing home 16.
* Navy skivvie stacker 17-45.
* TEFLer 46-47.
* And then FINALLY got a real job when I was 48.
What was the real job SK? You still working?
I was a caddy at a country club at age 13.
Retirement in the cards at some point? I imagine you have a pension plus SS headed your way here eventually...
Back on the gubment tit doing logistics supporting the warfighter ...
Yeah, I'm still at it.
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