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

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 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

from a slab not for a slab

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.

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.

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

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.

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 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.

Mum didn't take "keep" money off me until I was working full time. My friend that I mentioned in my previous post and I both saved most of our summer job wages and went to London at the end of the season and had a spend up in C&A. We were 16 and it was our first train trip alone

I worked Sunday 6-2 in a newsagent/ grocery store
I got £6 which was pretty good, enjoyed weighing sweets and loose tobacco but the owner was over friendly and we were always relieved when he left after papers were done
He used to smoke big fat cigars in the shop and as a very large man would find any excuse to squeeze behind counter
Changed days now
My DD had supermarket jobs from 16as did youngest DS, Middle DS worked all days off, holidays with his dad from 13 and now they still work together full time

When I was 15 I had a Saturday job in British Home Stores - before the time of adding up tills and you had to do your mental maths and you gave change by -adding on! We had actually been shown that at school too.
I spent one summer in a local factory making various sizes plastic pots - the smallest - called thumb pots - were used to put the jam in for the airline catering company. Then there were bigger pots. It was not a good job and the smell of melting plastic got everywhere. My mother voiced her doubts that I should do this work but my father said it would do me good and show me what life had to offer if I failed to pass my exams! !!
Then I got a lovely job in the local library - I loved that job and even now can find myself pulling the books out to the edge of the shelf and have them all neat. I did that for a number of holidays and right through till I finished college at 21. I also did one Christmas working in the PO sorting office - that was a great fun job and they paid you several times while you were there rather than making you wait till the end of the run. My sister was able to take the job the following year when they wrote to me.
DD had a job one evening and Sat morning in the local supermarket on the fresh veg section. Come Saturday lunchtime she was in- lunch eaten - and out for the bus in record time to spend the fruits of her labour!
DS delivered the local free paper and as the local distributed was a neighbour she gave him any extra rounds when someone let her down or was away etc.

My first saturday job was serving in a little family owned shop in Bath. It was in an area that had an Affro Caribbean influence and believe it or not it was not far from the Royal Crescent , I was 13 years old. My sister lived 2 doors away from the shop so mum and dad let me do it but they didn't know what went on.

The Affro Caribbean culture meant the shop sold Yams, Pigs Tails , Rice. and other foods. The women scared me to death as they would get the Yam Knife, huge thing it was, and threaten me to pick out the best Pigs Tail. I knew it was 'just their way' but boy were they strong , scary women. The Pigs Tails were sold from horrible old rusty, smelly drum , the rice had the occasional dead or alive mouse in the sack. Happy days

I remember I would get hungry and I am totally embarrassed to say it now but I would pinch a pork pie and eat it in the cellar. I was so thick I use to shove the wrapper in between house bricks thinking they would never know. I am not proud of doing that but they never said a word, they must have been aware of what I was doing.

They were a very odd couple, really old and yet they had a son of about 2 years old when I worked for them. They called him their son and now my sister and I often say he couldn't possibly have been born to her , she was very weird.

I was at boarding school so Saturday jobs were out, but as soon as I left school I went to work in a department store as a junior, for the summer and then spent most summers, until I started work after I graduated, in the retail trade. The exception was one very lucrative summer as a waitress in the Lake districct.

DS had very few jobs because, again, he was a weekly boarder at school and at university most of his summer vacations were spent doing fieldwork as part of his degree course. However, in his gap year he worked in the print room of a big local firm and he funded his post-graduate research by working in Tesco. He said at Tescos there was in inverse relationship between jobs and educational attainment. His manager had left school at 16, undergraduate students worked in the shop, MA students like him were storemen shifting stock in the stockroom, while the cleaner was studying for a PhD.

DD started a paper round at 13, her choice, then went onto waitressing, which she continued to do until she got a permanent job.

Saturday and after school jobs in newsagents and evening job as a barmaid once I was old enough. My children worked in Booths and also did bar work.

My best Saturday job was in the local library. I worked with friends and I met the local grammar school boys . People would come in and expect you to know where the 'red and green ' books were!
Both my children had holiday jobs rather than work at weekends. My daughter was only 13 when her aunt asked if she would like three weeks work answering the phones and doing some filing. I gave her a packed lunch and travel money so I was out of pocket but she soon learnt the value of earning money and was able to buy her own car at 17. They both worked in every vacation from uni and when my son had a gap year of travelling he paid for it himself.
Apart from instilling values in them, I couldn't bear teenagers slouched on the sofa in front of the tv when I came home from work!

I had a few Saturday jobs. I started in a Hairdressers, washing hair and sweeping up. Then I went to Timothy Whites ( which was taken over by Boots ). And then I went onto Ravel shoe shop. As I lived in London I was lucky to work down Kings Road Chelsea in the 60`s.

Marks & Spencer and was paid 26/3d an hour, best paid job in town in mid-1960s

I started working on the sweet counter in Woolworths on a Saturday morning at the age of 15. At 16 I was allowed to work all day and transferred to the deli counter which I preferred. At 17 I started full-time work as a secretary.
Both my children had Saturday jobs - my daughter in a local shoe shop and then a cafe and my son worked in Waitrose stacking up the fruit and veg. For a young lad he knew the name of every exotic fruit and vegetable and even received a bonus each year, he preferred working extra hours to going to college. My daughter worked every school and university holiday at the company where I worked and they even let her work for a month in Paris when she was studying French. She also worked in the canteen at Uni - she's not silly as she knew she would be fed!
I think early working has instilled a great work ethic in them both and when my daughter was made redundant from her job in radio she temporarily went back to pub work so that she could pay her rent in London.

I worked on market stall aged 14yrs loved it even when it was freezing loved listening to banter of other stall holders. I think I got 15/- mum agreed to give me same first pocket money I ever got ! I used to buy dresses from another stall they cost around 12/- my kids worked in shops .

Forgot to say it was jewellery don't think any diamonds though !

Saturday job was Woolworths at 18 shillings less 3d for NI. My son started at 13 on a paper round then went on to weekend work in a chicken farm and was never out of work until he went travelling at the age of 21, very proud of him.

I had a Saturday job in libraries, then went on to become a librarian until I took early retirement almost 5 years ago! I worked in both public and academic libraries, and loved the work, it was constantly interesting and has left me with a huge store of 'useless information'. However, it's only 'useless information' until pub quiz night

I had a Saturday job in C & A. I remember tyranical supervisors and lovely canteen lunches. I earned 18/6d per day.

The sweet counter and deli, Clara - you were obviously a star employee! My Saturday and holiday job was in Woolworths in Whitby and I was never promoted from haberdashery upstairs where the dull departments were. Mind you, we spent a lot of our time bailing out the cellar which flooded regularly at high tide. We were lent wellies and waterproofs and given buckets and shuttled between the cellar steps, filling the buckets, and the quayside opposite, emptying them back in. It always struck us as supremely pointless and I'm sure it was.

We had a good canteen and got fed well for free, which was a perk, and could take home bargains from the deli at the end of the day (no Sunday opening then, of course).

I remember one day when we couldn't function for laughing after a Scottish lady asked if she could have a wee poke. Apologies to Scottish GNers, but we were teenagers and had never heard that expression