Best teenage job

[Man of Harveys]

OK, we've had the worst, now what's the best pre-career job?

I'd say working in a good pub: free booze and gash a'plenty. Who needs money when you have that?

 

[mejonaNO12 aka riskit]

official tester of rollercoasters followed by beer and chocolate raisens taster.

 

[mejonaNO12 aka riskit]

First blow job

not if its from a human eater....

 

[British Bulldog]

Selling programme's at the Goldstone Ground 1975-79.

Could earn £15 for 90 minute's work and get into the match for free.

Oh to turn the clock back in time.

 

[Easy 10]

Selling double glazing over the phone (cold calling). Got a basic wage, plus a fiver every time someone agreed to have someone round to give a quote, and then 2% commission of any resulting sale.

Sounds like a shit job, but I went there after busting my hump for three months in a Comet warehouse, so sitting at a desk in a nice little office with a cup of tea and some Hobnobs felt like heaven after that. And the boss fancied me.

 

[Dick Knights Mumm]

St Dunstans when they were building the swimming pool. About 1973. The previous year I worked as the Co-op on Rottingdean High Street and earned £10 for the week. That year I worked as a labourer and earned £45 per week. I never again felt so rich. Crisp notes.

 

[Uncle Buck]

And the boss fancied me.

So that is how you met El Presidente?

 

[seagully]

Working in a mobile phone shop. 10% commission on everything I sold and managed to get a free telly, free DVD player and £300 of shopping vouchers as monthly sales incentive prizes. I miss that job

 

[Meade's Ball]

I always wanted to be Sam, Quincy's medical oriental slave. Quincy's effs off and screams at councils and counsels and farming articulturalists he's unhappy with or who sprayed paint on his lover's barge. Sam, on the other hand, just gets on with the job and solves crimes. At the end of the day he collects no wage and rest in cardboard boxes with meats, fights and retired whores.

 

[butchy]

Washing up. Now, some would have you believe it is one of the worst jobs around.

They are wrong. We own the kitchen after 9.00, eat as much food as we please, piss about, have food fights, help ourselves to the drinks dispencer, wind up the blokes on fast food, piss off ther waiters and make stupid bets i.e drinking 30 cups of coffee for a fiver and spending the night in hospital.

 

[tedebear]

I sold hot dogs at the 9th hole of my local golf course for years when I was 14 and played every Saturday afternoon for free with brand new demo clubs and a golf cart for free

Then I got promoted to the club shop as check in/booker and played every Saturday afternoon for free with brand new demo clubs and a golf cart for free

Then I got promoted to starter and played every Saturday and Sunday afternoon for free with brand new demo clubs and a golf cart for free (can you see where this is going )

Then I got promoted to junior pro and played every Sat/Sun/Mon and Wed afternoon for free with brand new demo clubs and a golf cart for free

Then I went to Uni

So I have a nice swing and I'm educated

 

[Deano's Right Foot]

Saturday job - board man at the bookies.

Writing up all the prices as they came through - putting a line through the race as it went off, writing the results up on the whiteboard. Loved it - those were the days.

 

[Easy 10]

So that is how you met El Presidente?

No, that was courtesy of a consentual rape one night.
You had to be there really.

 

[tedebear]

a consentual rape

Theres a new one!

 

[Easy 10]

How does a CONSENTUAL rape work? Is it still rape with consent?

Its when you say NO, but you don't really mean it.

 

[Meade's Ball]

Its when you say NO, but you don't really mean it.

Gonch Gardener wanted it every which way but loose, no matter what he sang.

 

[Tom Hark Preston Park]

Store-boy at the Farthing Corner Service Station on the M2. Wheeling half a ton of McCains frozen chips across the bridge built me muscles like never before or since. And all the local girlies that used to come and hang out couldn't get enough of me smart white coat and dapper Thunderbirds-style paper hat. Magic days.