Sweet 16 in 1979. Boy soldier army apprentice college
First place you worked.
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Discopants91
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Bishop Auckland McDonald's at 16 for a whopping £3.75 an hour.
Mate I only got £0.25 more than that per week initially and I had to march in and salute for it.
wisemensaysteve
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Farnons in 1972, I remember leaving school and going to the careers office in Blaydon the Monday after I left school, I got offered 3 jobs I remembered the old advert "Try Farnons First" so I did
Fair to say it's bigger than yours.As I’m short sighted I’m not exactly sure what this one is
My mate worked there in the early 90s. Ya reet about the Winter, f***ing Hell.
The bait cabin was a sight to behold n all.
Should have worn your promotion pads mate.Glass collector in steels club. Worked the NYE going into 1995 and got £159 in tips because the other 3 twats rang in sick. I was 14 and that money made me a millionaire for a week.
Joined the royal navy at 16, spent 2 years as a steward but got medically discharged because if my knees (they're fucked). Worked security around Newcastle a few years and hated it then moved to Wolverhampton with a mate where I worked in banking for Barclays and West Bromwich Building society. Got sacked from the latter for playing champ man.
Moved to Spain, worked the rep thing then came home and managed at Game, Gamestation, Another World, CEX and Grainger Games.
Work in transport now and it's shit.
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germanyjim
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I know, I’m an old buggerBack in the early days of the North Sea them marra.
Wow, that’s the one. Thank you, it’s a real blast from the past.
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f***ing massive.I know, I’m an old bugger
Wow, that’s the one. Thank you, it’s a real blast from the past.
It's being demolished down Hartlepool at the minute, where would you start with summat like that?
My Dad was on Brent Charlie in the 70s.
Ciro_DiMarzio
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I bet you were absolutely riddled.
Npower call centre was my first place but it was short lived and I got sacked before I got the chance to do any bucking.
f***ing massive.
It's being demolished down Hartlepool at the minute, where would you start with summat like that?
My Dad was on Brent Charlie in the 70s.
The money involved is simply ridiculous, mainly based on the value of scrap relative to the 23,000Te mass of steel.
Mind blowing. Whilst waiting for someone to open up the building where we were working we Googled the lifetime output and oil revenues of the Brent field. Fuck. Me. Properly astounding.
I was involved in a recent project where the end client wanted the rig early and were prepared to pay.
Operating costs aside, the expected output of the rig is 500,000 barrels per day. At the time, a barrel of crude was $50.
The return on the additional six months early production made me sleep easy in our commercial claim for acceleration.
I've worked in the industry and the numbers involved are phenomenal. The blatant wastage on equipment/materials was insane. The wages were canny mind, unfortunately the wastage must have been catching.
its baltic
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YMCA fencehouses YTS landscape gardening followed by a stint at rose cabinets hetton , both shite
The Raven
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Fair to say it's bigger than yours.
My mate worked there in the early 90s. Ya reet about the Winter, f***ing Hell.
The bait cabin was a sight to behold n all.
Should have worn your promotion pads mate.
I never let anything I was going to eat touch the table, always had my sarnies off the lid of my bait box.
Always flies buzzing about, not matter what time of year.
Thinking back it was like something out of a Dickens novel. Horrible.
My mate nailing my trainers to the door lightened the otherwise sombre feel of the place.
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