Guardian article today about crappy jobs. I haven't read it and this post isn't commentary on it, but to lighten the atmosphere, which is sombre in our house following another bereavement, it might be fun to share our first jobs - Saturday jobs, holiday jobs etc, not careers.
Mine, dahlings, was in an art gallery in Guildford in the mid 80s when I was 15. Β£10 a day, thought I was paid handsomely, and netted a boyfriend with a car who was one of the framers πππΌοΈ Got pissed at a β¦