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  • Donald the Great
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    Do like sound of the creep following you. So what was you first real job beccabear67

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  • beccabear67
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    I did two paper routes for a couple of years in Canada, but one was mostly all apartment buildings, which was really nice to have in the winter or if it was pouring rain! I also had a 24 hour gas station on that route that also sold cigs and there was a cold soda pop machine. The real headache was collecting the subscription money every two weeks, and when the trucks with the papers would drop my bundles at the wrong shack. Also I had a creep in a car follow me a bit one morning and asking if I wanted a ride, brrr. Was too dumb to think to report them or get details anyway.

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  • staffslad
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    I had to collect my customers' money every week, so at Christmas I didn't have to knock specially. On saturday evenings during football season I also delivered the sporting paper with football results and reports etc. This cost 6p but some would give me 10p and tell me to keep the change, which was very nice. As the round was my estate I could do it within 30 minutes and about 23 if I really tazzed it. I actually worked out that for the time I spent on the round each week and money I got, I actually got more per hour than I did in my first job after leaving school, plus I had tips and no travel expenses on the round. I inherited the round from my older cousin and passed it on to my younger one.

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  • Richard1978
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    I delivered a local paper for 2 years & was normally paid in cash which the distributor would hand over with the papers. I also remember getting more for leaflets.

    One of my friends did the weekly papers, & one Saturday in December he used to do the whole round knocking on the doors asking for tips.

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  • Mulletino
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    I shared an evening paper round with my brother, we delivered the free weekly paper so never took any money and got paid by the newsagent. It was a massive round with a fair few long roads which had to be delivered to every house. There were also inserts, which had to be folded and put inside every paper, although we got a bit more money for those. As we didn't collect money we didn't get an "Xmas Box" from any of the customers as we only put papers in the door, till we worked out that knocking and handing over the paper and saying "Merry Christmas from the Standard Recorder" sometimes got us a little extra.

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  • Donald the Great
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    Originally posted by staffslad View Post
    My first job was a paper round delivering the evening paper after school plus the sporting pink paper saturday evenings during the football season. I actually worked for the paper itself, rather than a newsagent. About 2pm monday to saturday one of their vans would chuck a roll of papers onto our garden and when I got back from school I would deliver them round our estate. Even now I can remember the paper cost 7p and I added 1p per week for delivery adding up to 43p per week. I took in all the money then once per month a bloke from the paper would call on saturday morning and tell me how much they wanted for the papers. I ended up with about £4 per week and more when I was delivering the pink in football season. This was good money at the time as paperboys working for newsagents would be on £2 per week if they were lucky.
    I had forgotten I too had an after school paper run. I recall my customers would give me sweets and other goodies as I handed them their paper. I actually was talking about your first real job.. post school.

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  • zabadak
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    Originally posted by Donald the Great View Post
    humorous zabba. for real in a chicken hatchery?
    Oh yes, the company was called Lloyd Maunder, one of the biggest employers in our area!

    This is the local branch (although I believe the hatchery bit the big one some time ago):

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  • staffslad
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    My first job was a paper round delivering the evening paper after school plus the sporting pink paper saturday evenings during the football season. I actually worked for the paper itself, rather than a newsagent. About 2pm monday to saturday one of their vans would chuck a roll of papers onto our garden and when I got back from school I would deliver them round our estate. Even now I can remember the paper cost 7p and I added 1p per week for delivery adding up to 43p per week. I took in all the money then once per month a bloke from the paper would call on saturday morning and tell me how much they wanted for the papers. I ended up with about £4 per week and more when I was delivering the pink in football season. This was good money at the time as paperboys working for newsagents would be on £2 per week if they were lucky.

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  • Donald the Great
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    Originally posted by zabadak View Post
    Vacation job in a chicken hatchery! I tell you, sitting on those eggs all day...
    humorous zabba. for real in a chicken hatchery?

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  • zabadak
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    Vacation job in a chicken hatchery! I tell you, sitting on those eggs all day...

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  • Donald the Great
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    What was your first job? Mine was in a foto shop when I was 17. It sparked a desire in me to become a professional photographer.. but did not turn out that way when my expensive camera (which I foolishly never insured) was stolen. By this time I was taking family snaps and doing the odd family/friend's special occasions. I photographed my brothers 21st. wedding. I also did my own processing and printing. So when my camera was purloined by some low life my world came tumbling down.

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  • Donald the Great
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    My story was similar staffslad. My older brother took me to my first pub and christened me into drinking alcohol just after turning 17. Not sure how my brother got me into the establishment as no way I looked of age. I was still rather baby faced. He later told me he slipped the landlord a small bribe saying " I am giving my little brother his first taste of manhood".

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  • staffslad
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    Originally posted by tex View Post
    Bumped.

    Yes, it was much more relaxed back then so long as you didn't play the fool. I was about the same age and there was no way that I looked 18. Off-licences were similar and I would more often get a can of beer from one of those and drink it somewhere quiet. Funnily enough, back in the 70s I don't recall seeing many underage teenagers the worse for wear in the street. Maybe it happened in other towns, but can't say I saw many round here.

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  • tex
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    Originally posted by tex View Post
    Who remembers there first pint in a pub?

    So i was about 15 (1974) my only experience with booze up to this point had been a sneaky tin of double diamond that i had at a house party, my mates were the same age and in those days it was so easy to get served,so we all decided on a pub to go to (the brown cow) chesters best mild was the drink of choice, i think it was a whitbreads brew made in Manchester, so a deep breath and in we marched on tiptoes and puffing our chests out whilst trying to look 18, my mate jimmy looked the oldest so he was the nominated lamb to the slaughter "four pints of mild please" and amazingly he was served without question, it must of been obvious we were underage , guess they needed the business so we all sat round the table with the regulars sneering at us, hairy assed dockers and builders, so the moment arrived and we all took our first ever gulp of cask pulled ale and it tasted f***** awful, still we drank it down and after entering the pub as boys we left as men and walked home with a swagger in our stride
    Bumped.

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  • 80sChav
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    Originally posted by Zincubus View Post
    Any ideas ?



    Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk Pro
    I am with George here Tex that it could be a Granada - but as my FGrandad had one of the exact same colour and we can see it's bonnett or front I am also so so tempted to say/believe it is a Ford Cortina may-be too!

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