Comments on: My First Job http://www.wildkat.ca/blog/?p=518 www.WildKat.ca Tue, 31 Aug 2010 17:20:50 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 hourly 1 By: Ahiru http://www.wildkat.ca/blog/?p=518&cpage=1#comment-93 Ahiru Mon, 15 Feb 2010 10:54:03 +0000 http://www.wildkat.co.uk/blog/?p=518#comment-93 I filled in for a friend (and my brother's once) with her route several times. It wasn't delivering papers it was to deliver the junk mail mum now likes to keep in a box (she collects it for some bizarre reason) by her chair. Every house that didn't have a no circulars sign (or delivered junk mail themselves) had to be tended to. I suppose I had it easier than you. It was just a matter of trying to get to their mailbox and I had to tie a cardboard box to my bike to hold everything rather than a bag. Whenever I fell off my bike the papers, circulars etc would fall out of the box and fly all over the road and I'd have to go catch them before they were ruined. I would usually have to go home halfway through the route to get the rest of the stuff to deliver. Worst mailbox I had on the route was behind a wide strip of garden with a dog at the gate next to it. Needless to say my parents never allowed me to get a permanent job delivering junk mail. They didn't want to have to put up with me having to fold and stack hundreds of annoying bits of paper (the company didn't deliver them folded) and moaning about it. My first ever real job that paid actual money was with a family friend's catering business at the netball every saturday. Long days on my feet preparing food, washing dishes etc. I got $15 per day for that I think.... I seem to be rambling a lot tonight... I filled in for a friend (and my brother’s once) with her route several times. It wasn’t delivering papers it was to deliver the junk mail mum now likes to keep in a box (she collects it for some bizarre reason) by her chair. Every house that didn’t have a no circulars sign (or delivered junk mail themselves) had to be tended to. I suppose I had it easier than you. It was just a matter of trying to get to their mailbox and I had to tie a cardboard box to my bike to hold everything rather than a bag. Whenever I fell off my bike the papers, circulars etc would fall out of the box and fly all over the road and I’d have to go catch them before they were ruined. I would usually have to go home halfway through the route to get the rest of the stuff to deliver. Worst mailbox I had on the route was behind a wide strip of garden with a dog at the gate next to it. Needless to say my parents never allowed me to get a permanent job delivering junk mail. They didn’t want to have to put up with me having to fold and stack hundreds of annoying bits of paper (the company didn’t deliver them folded) and moaning about it.

My first ever real job that paid actual money was with a family friend’s catering business at the netball every saturday. Long days on my feet preparing food, washing dishes etc. I got $15 per day for that I think….

I seem to be rambling a lot tonight…

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