whiskeyprick wrote: ↑Mon Nov 23, 2020 8:14 pm
I gotta do payroll tomorrow. At least I got a staff that is worth paying this year. just wish they'd give more notice before a court date which could lead to weeks, months, or even a year in jail. Think I'm gonna give them all a raise except that guy. We are all in our 50's, so we've all had our share of "partying at work cuz I work in a liquor store" or have we?
When the old man and I were kids, we worked. Because, that is what you did. How else could you buy candy bars and Mad magazine?
Paper routes. Babysitting. House cleaning. Mowing lawns. Leaflet spreading. I made candles that looked like ice cream sundaes. (I was nine years old)< I peddled a newspaper based on local gossip made on a child's printing press my mom found at a discount store. My friends and I went door to door asking for pop bottles to redeem. Many people, especially old ones, were glad to be rid of the bottles, and they earned us maybe two cents each. Yes, we hauled them to Vons in a little red wagon. Shades of the Little Rascals, but forty years later. When I was seven, I organized a backyard circus. My little brother portrayed the animal acts and the carnival freaks. I made quite q few pennies from that. I wore my little green swimsuit to be the ringmistress.
When I spent the summer with a friend my mom had to watch because her mom got divorced and had to go to work, a nice old man who was sort of disabled used to spot us for a Nesbitts orange soda and Virginia peanuts if we brought him and his shaky dog soda and snax. We found a bunch of coupons for free pizza (and salad bar) in the dumpster behind the Straw Hat/ The slackass hippie kids that worked there didn't give a shit, so we ate free for the whole summer.
I hear that they call the way I grew up "Free Range Children." Dear lord. What was once duh, normal, is now grounds for investigation by CPA?