" Saturday jobs", did you have one? And what about your chidren/ grandchildren?

My children both had Saturday jobs.DD in a small hairdressers and later in an Estate Agents. My DS at Waitrose.
I didn't have a Saturday job but when I went to college worked most holidays especially Summer and Christmas. Post delivery at Christmas. Kodak, TAM ( television audience measurement) Brocks Firework Factory. Seasonal jobs for students were easy to get in the 60s and we didn't have to work in term time to make ends meet.

At 13 I did an early morning paper-round, seven days a week, starting at 6.30am. I did that for about a year until a run-in with the police reminded the shop owner I was under age and needed a work permit. Next I worked Thursday evening and all day Saturday for a little supermarket initially stacking shelves but eventually on the till...later I moved on to a bakers...happy days. My son's didn't work until they left school, I rarely hear of kids having weekend jobs these days. Do they?

My first Saturday job was working on the fresh fish stall at the market. It wasn't pleasant because of the smell, also your hands were always cold as the fish laid on beds of ice.I was working there when our currency went decimal which at the time was pretty scary.I finished at 4oc then met my friends at Lyons the tea rooms and spent my wages.

Minimouse yes I did go on the school cruise. I think it would have been about 1973.
it was a trip that included what was then Leningrad.
The ship was just as you described with the added bonus of a cockroach in my locker!

marelli I don't think the Nevasa had changed from when your DH travelled on it as a troop ship.
It was battle ship grey with no stabilisers
I spent two days in my bunk with sea sickness as soon as we hit the North sea

I worked in the local pet shop for 15 shillings or 75p a day (I think 75p is equivalent to fifteen shillings correct me if Im wrong). I used to get damp as the roof leaked, the boss used to 'grope' us girls and the smell from the animal feed was horrible. I was glad to leave for a proper job at 16, however I met my first boyfriend who used to come in to seek dog food and we went out for a few months until her found a more glam girl who worked in boots, presumable she didn't stink of dog food/bones.

A Saturday job on a local farm, paid me the princely sum of one pound, but I really had to earn it, and was tired out by 4pm.

from a slab not for a slab

I had a Saturday afternoon job, whilst I was still at school, in a small grocery store up the road from where I lived, 1 pm till 5.30 I stacked shelves and served customers, the highlight of my afternoon was being allowed to cut a piece of cheese, for a slab with a wire if requested by the customer to their specification, weighing it on the scales, telling them how much it would cost. (under the watchful eye of the manageress I would add) It made me feel incredibly grown up. I think I got paid £1 for these afternoons and I frittered my money away on make up, records, Rave, Petticoat magazines, New Musical Express and other rubbish!.

My older son did a paper round, delivering the freebie papers which had to have umpteen leaflets put inside them. I should say it was half a paper round, he was offered it by the girl who lived across the road from us, she was quite a swot, at a very pressurized private school who piled them up with loads of homework, so she only had time for half the paper round, which was the reason why she needed another person to do it with her and offered it to my son, big mistake! Being conscientious she did her half well. My son didn't, he didn't push them through the letterbox properly left them hanging out, at times left them on the porch, occasionally dumped some. I didn't think anyone could have made a worse job until someone told me about their offspring who also had this type of round, puzzled why their son wouldn't let anyone in his bedroom for weeks they eventually discovered the reason, he hadn't delivered his papers for sometime, they were piled up floor to ceiling in his room and apart from his bed there wasn't any floor space that wasn't taken up with newspapers

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!!!

I worked in a local fish and chip shop cafe which I hated and didn't last long aged about 14. At 15 I started work in Woolworths straight from Grammar school on Friday evening and all day Sat. I was promised £1-to my shock I got 19s 9d as 3d was deducted they said "you know for your pension and stuff". When my state pension is now referred to as a benefit it makes my blood boil!
DDs worked in local M&S at weekends while in the sixth form.
DGDs do housekeeping at local hospital and local hotel too.
I used to save my money; it seems to me they waste theirs and don't save

Many different jobs mostly seasonal washing hair and sweeping up, waitressing, hot dog stand person, ice cream stand more waitressing and various catering jobs. No my GCs have never taken weekend jobs - its seems more difficult now to get a job so many rules and regs to fulfil. DH did loads of jobs too farmwork, paper boy, catering jobs and last of all the horrible person on the Watlzers on Walton Pier who stood on the back and made it go round faster while he looked up your skirt!

I worked Saturdays ( and some evenings) from the age of 14 until I left school in the public house where my Mum worked. They used to have wedding receptions and parties - sometimes two or three each weekend, which they did catering for. I used to help prep food and lay up the rooms and when old enough waited on tables in the restaurant dining room. I have worked in the hospitality industry off and on since then, including my parents own pub and as bar manager in a social club.
Both my boys did paper rounds as soon as they were old enough, and the youngest worked in Sainsburys after school/Saturdays.
I think it helps get the work ethic started asap, neither of my lads have been out of work for more than a couple weeks since leaving school. Far too many get money handed out to them for no effort these days.

Woolies on a Saturday for me. So excited to have my own money. Mum encouraged , OK told, me to save a third, contribute a third for 'board' and I had the other third to spend. Used the same system once I began full time work. Looking back it was a sensible system. I wonder how that advice would be received now? Our sons both had part time jobs while at school and college, with paper delivery, cash collection and in local shops, we adapted the system for them but saved their 'board' contribution to give them extra cash at Uni.

Worked at the local Coop, cleaning, shelf-filling, etc, during my 3 years in Lycée (6th form- but 3 years) - Saturday morning + once a week after school. Paid for my new skis and boots, my moped and petrol- and a bit of fun at week-ends (bottle of plonks with friends).

I had a Saturday job as a library assistant. It was a bit boring and not something I could have done for a proper job but my friend who started there with me actually worked there forever!
DD worked in the local corner shop while she was at school and then Spar and Game during her uni days.

My first Saturday job (13 yrs old) was in a local bakers café. It was not a very good place as any cakes left from one week were still there the next - I used to mark the bottom of some to prove it and put off my friends buying them ! I was paid 13/6. I then had a job in the 'Steak bar' of a hotel where things were not much better. A steak dropped on the floor after cooking was given to the next customer. Ant tips were put in a jug and then shared out by the 'cook' who seemed to take 75% for herself and the rest between myself and a Spanish waiter. Her takings went down somewhat when the waiter and I developed our own fairer system which she was not party to ! At the same hotel I was told off for cutting cucumber too thick for sandwiches. It had to be 'see-through' and only in one layer otherwise the manager said she couldn't make a profit ! I think I got 15/- there.
DD and DS both delivered the local weekly newspaper and then took any job going - washing-up, waiting on tables, baby-sitting and packing dog biscuits etc. During one holiday DD had 3 jobs - kitchen work in one place, bar work in another and babysitting in between !

I received six shillings for about 5 hours work, if I remember correctly.

Cherrytree, my DH went out to Malaya in 1960 (Malayan Emergency) on the Nevasa. It was a troop ship then.
I had a Saturday morning job at the little grocery shop in the village. I must've been about 13, I think. I did deliveries on my bike, and served in the shop, also weighing out potatoes, flour, loose butter, cheese etc. What has just dawned on me, is that I cannot remember now, where the sink was to wash my hands....perhaps I didn't wash them! !

I had a job in a drapers and ladies lingerie shop. OMG the pink directoire knickers . Think I earned around 16 shillings and stayed there for a year or so. My sons had paper rounds, and DS2 also tried the local dog rescue, shovelling s..t. DD helped her Dad on his market stall, and was brilliant, saving up for her bike. If one of the boys was unwell, I would do their paper round, and loved the quiet, early mornings and the birdsong.

I worked on Saturdays at a old fashioned bakers. To this day I have never tasted such delicious bread. I started at 7 am and finished at noon. I got £1 and a bacon roll when I arrived. All three of my DDs had Saturday jobs. 2 worked at riding stables and the other in House of Fraser. DGS are too young as yet but I'm fairly sure they will be encouraged find a little job when the time comes.

I worked in Woolies for while then at a seaside cafe weekends and all summer. That's where I met 'G' who is still (45yrs later) my best friend. It wasn't like work, we used to have such a laugh. Free lunch and the owner paid our bus fare on top of wages.
D had a paper round then worked at a caravan park in the café.

I didn't have a Saturday job. I tried delivering papers for a bit until a dog bit my hand and then tore the pocket off my blazer! Both my children had Saturday jobs - DD worked at Sainsbury's in the sixth form and then during the university holidays. DS did bar work and silver service waiting while he was at college.

Cherrytree59 Did you get your trip on the Nevasa? A few of us from my school went - it was a massive shock having to carry and drag our suitcases etc down into the bowels of the ship! The dormitories were 'basic' to say the least! Made us realise how spoilt we were!

I had a Saturday shop in Woolies - best part of the job was when a friend used to sneak a few cashew nuts or squares of fudge to share

I worked from 8.30am to 6pm on a Saturday in a local chemists first job of the day was to sweep the floor then make the tea I was paid 18/6d but did get a discount on my Dad's Trugel. Loved nearly every minute of it but my feet used to ache and ache. Both my DDs had Saturday jobs in local supermarkets.

I worked as a Saturday girl in a new Tesco shop which had opened nearby.

It was awful, there was nothing much to do except sweep up and they played Hawaiian-style music on a loop all day long! I think I got £1 a day too, or it could have been 15/-.