Pocket Money

At 13 I had a weekend job in a local corner shop. At 15 I had a Saturday job in Littlewoods. Also some work as a babysitter. I was pleased to hear that my teenage DGD has (off her own bat) been successful at interview for a summer job with a well-known retail company.

Way back I worked in an offlicence
More recently I was a funeral arranger which was fabulous.
Helping people at the saddest
time in ones life, losing a loved one.

16 year old's CAN realistically get part-time work! As soon as my son got his national insurance number he got himself a job shelf filling at Asda whilst still at school. Lots of jobs in retail or hairdressers for 16 year olds.

1975 I worked as a waitress in local hotel weekends and school holidays. Aged 16. I was paid 50p an hour this was used to cover lunch money at school and new uniform and books for going into sixth form any leftover I was allowed to keep.

When I was 15 I worked the whole day from 9 to 6 ish in a shop. Grocery/newsagents. We did allsorts from serving customers, mopping the floor to using the bacon slicer! All for £5 Thus was in 1985. It’s probably illegal now to have a 15 yr old working that long for £5 ?

I worked as a lifeguard whilst at college. My grandson is at college and works at a pub. It is difficult at this age to get a job. He applied for many jobs and never got them. His job in a pub was due to who you know. Good luck to your granddaughter x

I was at university in Cardiff and, in my first year long vacation, I worked at Butlins, Barry Island, as a concessionaire. I worked for an independent concern selling souvenir plastic combs and toothbrushes with names printed on them in genuine gold leaf. I had my little heated printing press, a roll of gold leaf and all the letter blocks. My employer showed me how to use the press and was truly astonished when I did it first time! It wasn't exactly rocket science! You could see the names in the waste gold tape after printing.

I had loads of customers, several young lad's who tried to persuade me to print rude words on the combs and toothbrushes. At that time, Butlins' employees (and Concessionaires within the shops) were expected to work absolutely every day. One day I rebelled and reported sick. I needed a day off! When I got back to my little printing press next day, I found the name Betty Swollocks in the waste gold tape. The lady who covered for me had no idea what she'd done by obliging those bad lad's! They had the last laugh. (If you're not sure, swap the B and the Sw!) Luckily, my employer never got to know.

I worked in our local sweet shop on Saturdays from 15 but when I became 16 I got a Saturday job in the library, which I loved. It was enough (just) to keep me in Biba dresses and Anello & David shoes.
By the time I'd gone to university I'd done a secretarial course so got temp work as a medical secretary in vacations which paid really well. I was quite affluent for a student, I suppose and ran a car as well.

As a student I had a few weeks work photocopying documents for a business 2 hours in the morning, 7.00 start, then lunchtimes in the student canteen, benefit was I could eat leftover salad bowls etc.
When my daughter was little, I did a few hours a month translating and voice recording prompts for a business, which were creating programmes for randomising volunteers into drug trials, fascinating insight.
I also delivered free weekly newspapers, which kept me fit, and often I got to chat to interesting people (although there were some very unfriendly ones as well)

Started work after school at 14 helping an old couple to close up their indoor market fruit and veg stall, loved it and they were so kind , I took home loads of fruit and veg given by them.
My sister worked Saturdays at Betty's tea room in Harrogate
and came home with the left over cream buns.
My mum was well pleased with both of us!

At 13 working for friend’s mum in a cafe. 15 A shoe shop, 16 Lyons Tea shop/bakery (where I met my now ex husband)
At 25 Saturdays in Woolworths as we were so hard up.

I worked in a drug store and then a ladies clothing shop. Best job was in the public library. My SC were lucky enough to have an intro into a large, well known publishing comoany and worked there every vacation and after uni. My DD also worked at Halfords on the till. Gruesome but she bought her first car. I think p/t jobs might be harder to find these days. The worst job I heard of was the DD of a friend who put the giblets back into frozen turkeys.

While saving up to get married my fiancé and I had full-time jobs, but also worked part-time for a company that employed home-workers. We delivered the raw materials to these ladies, and collected the finished articles.

Once I hit 16 I was dying to get a job in the school holidays, but I wasn’t allowed to - had to stay at home to look after younger siblings while my mother went to work. She said she’d make it up to me but never did - I used to earn reasonable money from babysitting, though - just as well since my pocket money was very little and by then my mother never bought me any clothes - all I had was from babysitting or birthday/Christmas money.

When I did finally get a summer holiday job, at 18, on a supermarket checkout, I had to give my mother £3 out of the £8.50 I earned. I later found out that at the same stage, dh was earning £20 on building sites and didn’t give his folks anything! Apparently it wasn’t expected. It wasn’t as if they were well off - they were probably even more skint than mine.

Working whilst at Uni and even when in sixth form, was not to provide luxury items, just for food, etc.

All my children needed to work whilst at Uni. Also, before that whilst at school, Delivering the free weekly newspapers from when they were about 14 years of age, Saturday and/or sunday jobs once they reached the age of 16.

They all got excellent grades at their GCSE's and A levels and excellent degrees and Masters Degrees. Do think that having to earn some money, was an important part of their life education.

When I was 13 years of age, one Saturday my Mother took me to a shop in our local High street which sold higfh class glasswear and chinawear, etc. She informed them I was actually 14 years of age (only time I can rememebr my mother lying), as that was (then) the minimum age for saturday work). I startd there that day, stayed untikl I left school, and also used to work there during school holidays. I also got a wonderful little Sunday morning job at newsagent helping out during their rush time for paying weekly newspaper accounts.

As the years went past I did have all sorts of part-time jobs to helpo out with family finances. I did ironing twice a week for a couple hours each time. Worked as Saturday assistant in my local Sainsbury, did the washing up one night a week at the nearby carvery. Was the co-ordinator for the weekly fre newspaper round.

So much more difficult for youngsters these days. Few shops take on Satuturday/weekend staff. With so many hospitality staff looking for full-time work not many spaces for students, etc.

An old favourite, particularly at Christmas time was working for the GPO. My son, after his first term at Uni, arrived home and faced up to my fury that he had not sorted humself out a Xmas job. The following day he went into Central London and got work at Liberties store. He went back there during each holiday. So much thirty years ago.

I worked part time at a second job until my late 50's to make ends meet. I first made a disastrous marriage at the age of 17 (and separated three years later). My husband left debts, which I tried to pay. Later, after re-marrying, my second husband had a serious heart attack, from which he never really recovered. He was ill and unable to work for nine years. He died when I was 41.
Over the years, I worked as a barmaid, a waitress, a telesales person and as a cleaner!

My husband and I have both had part time jobs whilst bringing up our children and now with 7 grandchildren. We don’t take out loans or credit cards we save and pay for what we want. My husband has done part time gardening and we have both done life modelling for art groups.

I worked in a VG store, clearing tables in a cafe, at Dolcis shoes, at Etam, as a postman at Christmas, in a factory welding, as a waitress , in a pub ....I loved a of those little jobs, they gave me freedom to travel and not struggle when I was a student.All jobs in the hospitality/ catering/ sales are excellent experience. As an employer, I would certainly be looking for any sort of work ecperience the applicant has, shows a bit of get up and go, maturity, knowledge of business etc.

When I was 14 and still at school I got a Saturday job in Woolworths, in those days you had to do all the adding up in your head. A few years later when I worked in an office I really did have a part time job working as a waitress in a cocktail bar (like the song) on Friday night we had a lot of the visiting football teams staying at the hotel- great fun although a lot of the banter would be frowned on today.

Never had a part time job growing up - my father wouldn't let me; but I did have paid work experience whilst at college in the 60's. Both jobs were fun and taught me a lot.

That’s so funny ? x

First worked in chip shop after school serving on evening between 6-10pm then weekend 6- qq on Saturday and 10 -4 on Sunday on the sweet counter before working my way up to serving the chips and then got an additional job at littlewoods between 4-6 3 days a week and Saturday 9-4. I would straight from school to liilewoods the straight from littlwoods to the chip shop. I would do my homework between serving customers at the chip shop! Then when I finished school worked as a silver service waitresses!

I had Saturday job from 14 -18 in market stall then chain store then in a bar whilst student. Have always thought I was born into wrong life, I’d have been very happy never working, living somewhere like Chatsworth/ Downton Abbey going for a horse ride every morning and spending afternoons in the library with the dogs in front of a roaring fire someone else has made (another childhood job!) Slipping into designer clothes for dinner...... if only

I forgot the Christmas post job! I loved that - it was probably when I was in the lower sixth. Several of us did it, in spite of a headmistress (girls’ grammar school) who tried to forbid it. It was in a relatively affluent area so she liked to think that all our parents were well off and were dishing out plenty of pocket money - very far from the case for many of us.

I worked in Timex, Dundee each summer when I was at university and loved it. It was very repetitive putting straps on watches but there was always the bonus to aim for and the women were great fun to work with. And I made enough money to buy my first car!