I started in the large, local Co-op dept. store at fourteen. I got 15/- for the day. It was my dream job, make up, leather gloves and handbags in the department. They also sold every colour and type of stockings and tights, you could imagine. Does anyone remember Berkshire, American Cream Soda tights? I lusted after them.
I was then promoted to the boutique, which sold Mary Quant make up. My parents did not approve of me wearing make up, but I would try out the testers and wipe the make up off before I went home.
My favourite dept, was the shoe dept. A whole floor of shoes, the shinier the bettter.
The worst dept. was the underwear dept. I had to go into the fitting room and help old ladies into those salmon pink foundation garments. Most had B.O. and I dreaded those encounters.
Eventually I was moved to the finance dept, ( a huge promotion) where the cash arrived from the various depts in tubes.