First job
The very first paid work I can recall was delivering newspapers. I had a Sunday morning round and a week day evening free paper round. The guy in shop sorting papers on a Sunday morning invariably had a drip on his long nose. And he used to sneak a read of the top shelf magazines, I regularly caught him with a copy of Razzle hidden in the Sunday Times! The week day round was huge and it took me ages for very little money. The bags of papers weighed heavily and my Mum used to walk full bags to various points on the route so I didn’t have to keep going back home to restock. That was very kind of her, mind you the whole crazy paper round thing was her idea in the first place!
Worst job
I once worked in a timber yard. It was back breaking work and I’m sure the team I worked with were extras from the Addams Family and The Hills Have Eyes. One guy had no teeth and swore a lot. He couldn’t pronounce the letter f so to him, everyone was a pucking plonker! Lugging bags of cement and stacks of wood was knackering, mind numbingly boring and shockingly badly paid. Needless to say I didn’t stick it for long.
What are yours?
If you would like to share your first and worst jobs with us I’d be pleased to hear from you.