My first Saturday job was in a cafe doing the washing up when I was 13. I hated it because the manager wouldn't let me change the washing up water when it got dirty. As long as it was still fairly hot I had to use it, despite all the grease globules floating in it [yuk emoticon].
Next came Woolworths where I earned £1 working on the drapery counter every Saturday. That was when the counters at Woolworths were long rectangles with a space in the middle for 2 or 3 members of staff and a couple of tills, one each end. I earned £1 for a full day there.
And after that I worked in an ice-cream shop on the sea-front - sometimes in the shop itself and other times by myself at one of the kiosks dotted along the front. That was lonely and I couldn't leave for a break unless someone remembered to come up and relieve me. I learnt to cross my legs!!!
Is it me or am I getting mixed messages