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

Saturday job in Woolworths for me. Saturday jobs during school term were frowned on by my school. I was working in the haberdashery counter when ribbons etc were sold loose by the yard when a teacher walked in. Had to spend ages under the counter supposedly sorting ribbons!

I could earn 2/- a day at the local farm pea-picking and potato-picking. This was in the 1950's. More if I picked fruit during the summer holidays. I loved it because I used to eat the tiny peas which were sweet and also the bigger blackcurrants because of their sweetness too.

Both brother and I helped on that farm and as he grew bigger he was consigned to the wheelbarrow spreading manure so he earned 2/6 a day which was a huge amount. Mum was in her element !
We had to buy saving stamps from the post office every week. I don't know whatever happened to them.

I worked at Woolworths. Hated it, got £1.19 pence for the day.
DH worked on the local paper taking the ticker tape football results to the sports journalists for the evening football special, printed on pink paper, came out in the paper shops and news stands about 6pm and people went out to buy it to get their pools numbers.

It wasn't a Saturday job as such - but I began, at 14, to write for a local English-language newspaper, for the princely sum of £5 per article. They liked my work, and I worked for them for 40 years.

I had a part time job in a sweet shop for about 8 hours a week on 3 separate days. Put me off sweets for life! (Not chocolate, though!) I also had a Christmas job at M&S. I was mortified when they put me on Men’s Underwear! It was great though, because we had a really nice lunch every day, a Christmas bonus and a Christmas present.
My daughter, on the other hand, was very lucky, because my husband worked at one of the Oxford colleges, so her first job was popping in and making hot chocolate for the foreign students on the summer courses there. As she got older, she became a monitor on the summer courses, doing airport pick ups and organising activities, which was fun and well-paid.
When she finished her first degree, she actually taught on the summer course for US students and made loads of money.
When she did her two weeks school work experience, she worked in the library of the same college and the librarian insisted on paying her as she was doing the same work as the other library assistants! She was told not to tell the school though!

Stacking shelves in a local super market in the late 50s, then in the bakery of a small tea shop. Left school at 15.

Both our children had Saturday jobs and worked every spare hour when at university. They both now have a good work ethic, unlike their partners who never had saturday jobs.

Had a Saturday job aged 16 in a local B&B. Waitressing and washing up the order of the day. However, from time to time I also had to keep an eye on a toddler while frying chips for the family in their basement kitchen. Mum was usually upstairs sorting out the laundry for the paying guests.

Fortunately I managed to avoid splashing the toddler with boiling oil or setting fire to the house.....

Marks & Spencer in the mid 60s - 26/3d - best paid Saturday job in town at the time!

My first Saturday job was in a hairdressers. I was 13 years of age and earned £1.00 working 8.30 - 6.00

My parents had a sweets/tobacconist shop so I had to help out every weekend and all through school holidays. It was good for shy little me, as I had to be friendly, polite, and I learnt to add up in my head and give the right change from about 12yrs old.

Paper girl to start with, then Saturday girl in in the hairdressers, then in a delicatessen where I managed to cut myself badly on the bacon slicer and cause the manageress to pass out. She could not deal with blood.

Having been brought up abroad as the child of an Army parent we weren't allowed to do Saturday jobs so am highly envious of the independence you had.
My youthful earning power was down to evenings babysitting for Army Staff on the base and any money was spent in the Naafi on English sweeties. Such a treat.
Many happy memories of full sized Mars & Crunchie bars....Not the minuscule offerings we are permitted now.

Had a job teaching at a riding school. I wonder what adults thought about being taught by a teenager. No rules about qualifications then.

Started off with a milk/paper/rolls round then worked up to cash desk in an electrical store after school and all day Saturdays. Remember it with general affection.

I had a paper round from the age of 12, so an early morning start each day. The Sundays with their supplements took up Sunday mornings.

When I was fifteen I got a Saturday job at a hairdressers, washing hair and sweeping up. I hated it. I felt physically sick washing people's hair. The second week I just walked out and threw up outside (the old lady had big round bumps on her scalp - yuk!) so that was that.

Next, I got a Saturday job in a small grocers - loved it. At 17, having left home and at college, I worked Friday nights and weekends in a pub.

Yes had a Saturday job, started at 13 - chicken farm, then housekeeping at a Red Lion Hotel. Did not stop working until 67 - qualified for a profession so you can go on and on, Both children had Saturday jobs too, they are very high earners with degrees. Partners four children did not and what do they live on but welfare benefits bar one and yet both him and late wife had degrees.. Although it is said the difference between working class and middle class is ask the question did they have a Saturday job?

My first Saturday job, aged 15, was around 1964 at a small branch of Boots in Levenshulme Manchester. I was paid £1 and as my bus fare would have cost me 1/6d one way, the manager Mr Hodson took pity and picked me up and dropped me off as he had to pass through the part of Stockport where I lived. I worked a whole week one Easter and with £5 I bought a lovely new coat

Collecting the empties in my parents pub and washing up. Age 12.

As we lived in the Netherlands my DC used to peel bulbs when the schools broke up. Didn’t pay well but was very sociable.

I lived in the depths of the country, so in the school holidays my sister and I picked up potatoes after the soil had been turned over. We were paid 1/3d (7.5 pence ) for every hundred weight sack. We saved £1/10 which seemed like a fortune. This was in the fifties.

I was a Saturday girl in the local public library from 15yrs 3 months to 18. It ranged from frantic to incredibly boring and back again. I got really good at putting things in alphabetical and numerical order and my favourite job was putting the tickets in order towards the end of the day. This was in the day when everyone had their own three(?) tickets to put the card from the book in. Those were the days!

I worked 8am to 1pm delivering meat in all weathers by bike for the family butcher's shop, netting 12/6 (62.5p). I had time to get home, grab a bite to eat and meet my friends at Carrow Road for the 3pm for kickoff. I think I had quite a lot of my 12/6 left over by the end of the day.

Very first Saturday job age 13 was in a florist shop.
Paid 5/- per Saturday and was let go very quickly as I was useless.
Various jobs in hairdressers followed at 10/- per day until I got a job in a local bakery/coffee shop.
However I earned more money babysitting - very lucrative as I was always available, the children liked me and I was totally trustworthy.

I had a job in a clothes shop, 25 shillings, mid 60s. When the sale was on certain items had a code on their Kimball tags and if we sold those we got extra in our pay the next week, if the senior assistants saw you were about to sell one of these they would take over, hence getting the bonus. One week I serving one of my teachers with quite a few reduced items when someone came to take over. The teacher told her to push off, that I was serving her, She told me later that she'd worked in shops too and knew all the tricks the seniors got up to!

No, but did a lot of babysitting during sixth form years. It was mainly for a youngish couple, evidently well off, with just one toddler who never woke up. They went out quite a lot, used to leave me very nice things to eat and drink - and the bloke used to drive me home in his E-Type!
Yes, I know I was very lucky.