Did you have a Saturday job when very young and was was it

My teen working didn’t go well I was so so shy it was really hard for me I went to work in a coffee bar and the owner a real nasty piece of work was shouting at me in front of customers and telling me off for not watering the milk down enough I was scared of the noisy frothy machines and after my first Saturday I told my mum I would never go back I even refuse to go and tell them and collect my days wages Ten Bob mum had to go I was 14/15
Then I went to Marks and Sparks and that lasted a bit longer but they were older people who totally ignored me I didn’t know what to do or where to go and no one helped me One day I cut myself quite badly on a piece of broken glass that was holding some stuff up I got no sympathy and was rushed out of the store and was told to ‘not let the customers see any blood’
I went from there to potato picking and that was much better I could work hard on my own without being in the public eye
Strangely enough all the rest of my working life was very much in the public eye and although I am always a shy not very confident person I have made a huge acting job of my life and everyone sees me as very full of talk and confidence
Funny how you can change your outward self isn’t it

I used to work in my mam’s little transport cafe after school during the week from the age of 14. When I was 15 I used to serve fuel at my dad’s garage and also worked at the cafe any spare time that I had. I also used to clean the cafe on a Sunday morning and got 17/6d for the job. All of this came in handy back in the 1960s for buying clothes, records, makeup etc. When I look back now I never had a minute to myself and I loved every minute of it, especially serving fuel to some really dishy lads! I used to feel so important!

I cleaned cars in a car show room every Saturday morning in the late 60s when I was a student.... 4 hours for a £1! I also did leaflet deliveries, worked on the Christmas post, as a hospital auxiliary and in a laundry during the holidays.

I worked in a grocery shop just along the road to me, I did Saturday afternoons and sometimes an hour after school, for the princely sum of £1 a week, what did I do with that money well, friends and I got the bus to nearby Kingston to browse the makeup in Bentalls Granny Somerset known to us as "Bent tools"

I worked with a very nice lady in the shop who was endlessly patient with one customer when he came in weekly and took an hour over choosing exactly the same fruit cake every week. I would mention that we had quite a few of what were known then as "mental asylums" in my home town. I believe, although I didn't know then, some of the men were in such places due to shell shock they weren't dangerous just mentally damaged. The manageress who employed me was marvellous with this chap who would come in for his Saturday purchase, if she wasn't serving anyone else she'd tirelessly go through all the ingredients with him, he wanted the ins out and outs of the composition of the cake.

I think I was about 14 or 15 when I worked there, I don't think there were any hard and fast restrictions about being at school and having a Saturday job. I think many of us had these part time jobs, we were saving up for a school trip to the Oberammergau Passion Play, somewhere along the line we realised there would be little scope to meet any boys there, so we changed our mind and went to Benidorm instead, not with the school I might add, but with a couple of willing parents, not mine, who vowed they'd never do it again

At 15 I worked as an usherette at the Gaumont State cinema in Kilburn in northwest London. I had a torch to show people to their seats and then during the interval I stood at the front selling tubs, choc ices and Kiora orange from a tray suspended round my neck. I worked every Friday evening and Saturdays alternating days and evenings. My dad would come to collect me when I was working at night because Kilburn wasn't the best of areas. I gave it up and got a job as a Saturday 'dogsbody' in an hairdressers when the evenings interfered with my social life . I can't remember what I earned but it probably went on clothes and makeup.

I had a Saturday job in a café where I washed dishes/cleared tables/cleaned the floors and cooked bacon/sausage/egg sandwiches etc.
I started at 8am and finished at 6pm.
I was 14 at the time in 1974 and loved every minute of it.
It was hard work for sure.but when I got paid it was worth it.
I was paid £1-50p and had a free lunch.
I don`t remember being given a tip tbh.

I had my first Saaturday job working in a baker's shop selling fresh bread (baked in the rear of the shop) and cream cakes were the speciality. It has put me off cream cakes for life! Also doughnuts - I never buy them

I was just coming up to 13 and half years old, when I got a Saturday job in a very upmarket China and Glasswear shop. I worked in Glasswear - loads of heavy red 'Venetian glass' back then. After my first initial fears I loved it (had told them I was 14 years old), also worked there full-time in the Xmas hols. Saturday pay was 15 shillings (9.00 - 5.30), and my Dad continued to give me my pocket money, so I felt pretty well off. A year later, the newsagens/ tobaccanists opposite where we lived asked me to help out out for a couple of hours on Sunday mornings, when there was a rush when the local Catholic Church 'let out'. Mainly I was taking payment of paper delivery bills, but can remember also weighing out snuff.
My Mother worked as the Clerk in a branch of chain of furniture shops, and when I was saving up to get married (some years later), got me a job there as her Saturday assistant - as it was a very busy day with people coming in to pay installments on their HP.

From age 11 I babysat every evening for my mums friend who worked the twilight shift at the factory 5.00pm til 9.00pm. Her DH was at the pub every night. I used to stay over on a Friday and get up and take them out on a Saturday morning. They were 1, 2 &4!
For that I got £20 a week
No wonder I was desperate to become a mummy?

Yes, from aged 13 to 15 I did a stint on a nearby farm on Saturdays 8-12.30.
Mucking out, feeding geese, collecting eggs etc.

Woolworths on the drapery. counter, they gave me a nylon overall which came nearly down to my ankles ? but came in handy for my modesty when I used to have climb up a ladder to get the nets curtains down. Was then moved on to the sweet counter very busy & mix

Sat girl in woolies 99p for a day! 1971 I was 15. Then in 1972 when I left school I wanted to work in a bank, but no jobs going and the manager of Woolworths asked If I wanted to work in their cash office. Loved it for 5+ years.

12/6 in a local draper’s shop. Woolworth’s were paying 15/- at the time, but the other ‘ Saturday girl’ and I were too scared to ask for a rise!

I worked in a delicatessan. was shocked when I dropped a slice of ham on the floor and was told to pick it up, wipe it clean (of sawdust) and sell it.

When we were teenagers my friend and I enquired about Saturday jobs in Littlewoods. We were interviewed on the spot then went and did a written test which we both passed. The supervisor was delighted to offer us jobs until she read on the application form that we were only 14! Apparently a year too young. Sadly we went home disappointed.

Had a paper round 7 days a week. 14/6 for Mon through Sat, 7/6 for Sundays. Plus Saturday job in Timothy Whites.

My first Saturday job was in a shoe shop, Freeman Hardy & Willis & I absolutely hated it. There was a lot of standing around & you was under a lot of pressure to reach set targets especially on "extras" (polishes etc that nobody wanted) It was ok in the summer hols when the sales was on (& we would get first pick on sale shoes) but working there showed me that retail work wasn't for me!

I had a Saturday job in a sweet shop - yum I thought. However after a while you really get fed-up of sweets! I loved the job and used to do some evenings and school holidays, too.

I worked for Kodak in Leeds sorting out the photos. We got some ‘interesting’ ones at times and had to report them!

I worked in the local newsagent/sweet shop on Saturdays for a year when I was 15 but as soon as I was old enough for a national insurance card I got a job in the local library, which I loved. Worked there in the school holidays too. Most of my earnings went through the tills at Biba, Bus Stop and Anello and Davide (shoes). I loved that library staff weren't restricted to a small number of books as the customers were and ended up very well read!

I worked in a local sell lots of different things type shop called Town Stores when I was 15 and 16 on Friday evenings ( late night shopping) and all day Saturday. I got 17/6 for both days together, that was in 1968/69. I also babysat once a week for a a couple from age 15 and the dad would drive me home afterwards. I wouldn’t let my daughters do it. I placed an advert in the local shop and basically they didn’t know me from Adam! My first career was in childcare and the year after I went to college and completed an NNEB diploma.

It was Woolworths and downstairs on hardware selling nails etc. Each department had their own tills. I really wanted to work with the food but you didn't get a choice.

I didn't have a Saturday job as too much homework and things to do with pony.

I did do the Post Office at Christmases. Loved it, great fun and very well paid. time and 3/4 on a Sunday!

Did a summer holiday job packing electoral components, hated it but they kept asking for me as I packed parcels beautifully!

My Saturday job was in a small family run bakery. My job was to put pastry in the foil cases then pull a lever and it pressed the pastry into the case shape. I got 50p for two hours work. The only drawback was I ended up with one boob larger than the other from pulling the lever!! Been the bain of my life with trying to get clothes to fit properly ??

Started in corner shop used bacon slicer , plus cold meat slicer 10hours a week for 30s aged 12
DD also had job in butchers at 13. GD works as chamber maid in hotel chain weekends.
Come from a family of workers