I was a (rubbish ) paper boy during my early teens. I saw JD's thread about it the other day and it's true - you work so much for so little yet you never realise at the time. I was on £2.50 a WEEK at one point. Ridiculous! But it was cool in its' own way - you'd get to meet a lot of characters.

Then I worked for a supermarket which carried on right through Uni, whenever I'd go home. I got to know every single Granny in the area in about 3 weeks.

aww..

I worked in a movie theater. It was alright most of the time, but I lived in a yuppie area, so it had its bad parts


What was your teenage job?

REDFEATHERS said:

Hey Red!! You were missed last week. I hope everything's okay with you.

The paper round - I was rubbish at, mainly, because I befriended this agoraphobic old lady who was only about the fourth person on my list. I was one of the few people she'd see on a regular basis so we'd stop and chat for AGES, or I'd go on errands, so by the time I got to house number 63 or something, their 'early evening' paper would arrive about 7pm. My Christmas tips were always crap, as a result.


The supermarket job I LOVED at the time (although it did have its' fair share of annoying moments). Sometimes, I think I'd rather give up doing what I'm doing now and go back to that - I used to have a lot of fun. I was the only guy who worked there at one point so I was surrounded by women of all ages - including my mother - so I grew up amongst them. When I first came out, they were all intrigued by this 'alternative' lifestyle. I'd get in on a Monday morning and be in the crisps aisle, with about four of the shop girls around me asking "So what did YOU get up to on the weekend, then??", whilst my mother - who I hadn't come out to - would be in the the next aisle over putting out shampoo and Tampax. We'd be whispering and giggling away whilst I'd tell them about some guy I'd pulled - I'm sure my mother was secretly listening in. Funny times.








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OMG I was gonna say, did talking to all the grannies, turn you gay?

But then I thought I best not..

But I have said it now..

oh it sounds like fun times

I mean they were really the good old days.. the money I earned went into my post office account and I saved and saved and saved.. first to get a nose job, but my calculations reckoned I couldnt afford one till I was like in my late 50s, so I ended up using the money towards a school ski-ing trip.



oh I had lots of fun working there.. I would act all funny and immature if we had no customers in, swinging from counter to counter like a monkey, and I could cos Mum OWNED the shop, so if I was feeling a bitch I used to give the shop assistants I didnt like heaps of trouble, like locking them in the cellar and stuff like that.. but if a customer came in, I was gravely serious and grown up and so very polite..

da,m we had some real freaky regular customers who came in the shop and would wanna stay and chat and chat for ages..

but thats another story.. I may add later..

and yeah I feel so sad I missed last weekend, but it was really unavoidable.. so I am glad I said my goodbyes to Natisse the week before

I still don't have a job

theodore said:

Teacher said:

theodore said:

Awwww I bet you're just 20 now though, right?

Teacher said:

I'm 16

theodore said:

Baby!!!!


Then it's quite ok to not have a job yet.

Teacher said:

I guess, but I want me some money

theodore said:

Sell your used underwear on eBay, it's what I do!