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

I was a Saturday girl in Boots, and loved every minute. I would still love to do it- do they have Saturday gn’s?

I had a Saturday job earning 10 bob behind a counter at Woolworths - until I knocked over a fire extinguisher. What a mess - I was shown the door.

Most of us benefited greatly from dipping our toes into the working world while we were still at school and probably left school a bit clearer about what we did - or more importantly didn’t - want to do. Certainly we were under no illusions about how hard working life could be. We were most definitely not snowflakes!

I had a Saturday job in our local Co-op when it was a proper department store. I was in ladies lingerie (the manageress knew my parents and went our church) and loved it. I had a holiday job there one Christmas and worked on the jewellery and clocks counter, right between the two main doors - quite chilly! Loved it though and the £3 a Saturday paid for my driving lessons!

I was actually working on a women's surgical ward when 2 months short of my 16th birthday. Talk about being thrown in at the deep end !
It was hard, heavy work while training---all for £3 a week ( 1956 ) and the discipline with matron in charge was something that nobody would put up with today.

When I was 14, my school planned a trip to Italy - my dream destination so I signed up. To save up, I landed a Saturday afternoon job at Timothy Whites which I loved, especially at Christmas. I was paid 10/- for four hours, minus 3d for a stamp. Large stock was stored in caves behind the shop which was creepy! Sadly, the trip was closed to the girls as no female teacher would go but the boys still went! Grrh!
The following year, the shop closed down so then I moved to Home Counties Dairies, selling groceries, hot pies and cream cakes! The pay was £1.00 for the day. Less enjoyable than my first job and messy - we handled the cakes (no tongs or gloves!) and the money!!
I stuck it out until my ‘A’ levels loomed then worked in offices or for the Royal Mail in my holidays from teacher training college. In those days (1969/70) van owners could contract to use their vehicles for parcel deliveries. Another student and I were dispatched with an apprentice postman to take on a morning round. We completed it easily in less time than expected so decided to call into a pub. The apprentice was against this as he thought we should go back for more parcels. Undeterred, we locked him in the van whilst the two of us enjoyed a swift half! Happy days!

At primary school we’d earn money picking rose hips to be made into syrup - we were paid by weight and the scales were in our school hall, so it was all above board. And potato picking, which was back breaking - I only lasted a day! I lived in a pub and was in charge of getting the bingo numbers and cards ready, for which I was paid in comics, and heating and serving up the pork pie and peas orders, and the pickled eggs (unpaid!).

At 15 I started a Saturday and holiday job at Whitby Woolies, which I loved. I worked on haberdashery at first (very quiet), then moved on to the delicatessen counter and pick ‘n’ mix, my Saturday girl career highlight. We’d a free canteen, which served up great meals. Being across the road from the harbour, the cellars would flood and we’d be given wellies, raincoats and buckets from stock to bale out. We’d fill our buckets and walk across the road to empty them back into the harbour. Even as a 15 year old, I could see how daft this was!

I wasn’t allowed a Saturday job until I was 15. I worked in a greengrocers and during school holidays. I could not have wished for a worse job. 2 buses to get there and back. It was perishingly cold in the winter and I hated the wasp season. Once I was asked to clean down shelves with a much too strong solution of bleach. I had itchy dermatitis for weeks and stunk of the stuff. Can’t remember what I was paid.

I lived in Bournemouth so at the weekends I got a job on the promenade serving ice creams. In those days it was just a scoop in a cone and the ice cream was solid. At end of the day (Bank holiday weekend) I went home with a handful of blisters!!

No, I had a paper round from about 15, six days a week. Did it for nearly three years, but gave up in the winter of early 1963, when I couldn't get through the snowdrifts. Plus that was my A level year and had too much schoolwork.

I had a Saturday job for several years in a wallpaper and paint shop - I was on the wall paper side. There was no self-service, there were lots of large wallpaper books and people chose their paper and we fetched it - stored on 1st or 2nd floor or in a warehouse. Up and down stairs all day. Two men worked on the edging machine as some paper had to have the edges cut off. Rolls had never to be stored on end because of possible damage. I earned £1 on a Saturday. Sometimes I worked in the school holidays. I learned alot about paperhanging so a useful job.

I always wanted to be a hairdresser.Coming home from school one day my mother informed me she had found a Saturday job for me in a local bookshop.?I was ok with this after all it was only a Saturday job until I found out this bookshop was opposite a hairdressers.If you knew my mother you too would have accepted the job at the book shop,.without question.

I had a Saturday job in a green grocers, I was paid £1 , it later went up to £1.20 !

Yes, at BHS. I really enjoyed it.

I started at 12 taking a small girl to ballet class on a Saturday morning while her mum did the changeover in their seaside guest house round the corner. The following year I progressed to cleaning the bedroom sinks (no en-suites in those days and we used good old Vim to scour them) and also serving the guests their evening meal. I then got another job at the pub across the road doing the same thing - the meal timings meant I could leave the first one and go straight to the second. I then got Sunday job doing the bedrooms for the local dance teachers who also had a guest house. I used to save the 10s notes I earned in a little money box my dad had made me.

My parents had a shop at the time so I would sometimes help out selling wool and stockings or any other items Mum stocked.

Saturday girl in Woolies, usually on the electric counter. It stocked lots of small items which could be bought individually so I got to be good at adding up in my head. I can remember taking home large boxes of mushrooms sometimes because they wouldn't keep until Monday.

I was lucky in that I often worked holiday cover in the school holidays and also helped with the stock take (double time for that) so could occasionally buy some good shoes. I remember a pair of dark brown suede and leather granny shoes with a stacked heel - cost 69/11 . When I started the pay was around 12/- for the day Enough to buy a single and have something left over. it would take 3 weeks to pay for an LP. AS GrannySomerset wrote, it taught me the value of money.

At 14yrs I worked Friday evenings and all day Saturday in our local Co-op, sitting on a cardboard box in the aisle, carefully marking the prices on groceries with a black (or blue) waxy pencil, everything seemed to be 1/3d! Sometimes I worked at the till, which was known to break down, and I had to tot up the shoppers list on a bit of paper, and note their divi number, which everyone had....

I had a paper round at 13 years old and worked at Woolworths as a Saturday girl age 15 in the 1960s. Really enjoyed both.

My first job was a 15 minute bus journey away in a mini supermarket when I was 15,I was paid 15 shilling and 3 pence ,after about a year I went to the newly opened Chelsea Girl in Piccadilly Manchester for £2 I lasted about 3 months and found it boring as you were just standing about. Looking out for shoplifters.A friend from school asked.me to work at a trendy hairdressers in Manchester city centre and I loved it ,it was next to George Best' s boutique and we would all swoon if we saw him,he was very good looking.Happy carefree days.

Worked in Woolworths on various counters. Remember when you could buy tacks and soles for mending shoes having to count out the tacks for the soles and, a job I hated - wrapping up the china cups and saucers. 10/6 for the Saturday.

I worked in the local butchers shop doing the sandwiches and peas pudding! Not very glamorous but the lads from the footy team came in and cheered me up immensely! Ha ha!, I then got a job in a hairdressers and liked that went onto a office job pretty boring!

At 15 I worked in Boots the chemist when a lot of things were sold over the counter. A chap asked me for a packet of gossamer. I hadn't a clue and went bright red when it was explained.

Paper round first, then I got ‘promoted’ to sorting papers for rounds so an even earlier start. 10/- per week seemed like riches. Moved on to working Saturdays and Sunday morning and after school or holidays in the same newsagents serving customers, ordering cards, sorting magazines and restocking sweets, then went across the road and worked in the pub in the evenings. You had to be good at mental arithmetic in those days.

It was all about earning money -I wanted to go to Uni so I had to earn something. I worked in the pub in the holidays (loved the tips) and in a shoe shop when they hired around Christmas. Cycling to and from work kept me fit.
I’m sure all that mental arithmetic was good for me, but I’ll happily use my phone to add up as I shop nowadays.

Laineynanna you are a legend! I do admire you.

When I was doing A levels I worked on Saturdays in a greetings card shop for £1, then £1.50 a day. On the way home I would visit the bookshop and buy Penguin Classics. Once I bought ‘Jane Eyre’, ‘Middlemarch’ and ‘ Dombey and Son’ for a mere £1. I thought I was in heaven.