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@Machpants said in Aging:
Growing up on a farm means no chance to ever get part time money. Too far from everywhere and too much to do.
You didn't get paid per litre milked or how many bales of hay you picked up? Sounds like you should have been in a union.
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my first job was a paper run, delivering free papers and advertising material to houses, and where we lived was ficking hilly, I reckon a good month would be about $120...
For some of the advertising mailers, if we got a big lot on a friday, i'd have to do some on Saturday there were that many...or, I'd accidentally throw a whole heap down a steep banks where the chances of them being found were minimal.
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What was your first job and what did it pay? I used to mow the lawns of the single ladies in my village, I think I got $2.50 a lawn.
Holiday job in between high school and uni so summer of 1977-78, survey draughtsman for the North Auckland Electric Power Board. $63 per week after tax full time. After I paid my board to my Mum I had $53 left. At the end of 3 months I had saved zero bucks for Uni.
You didn't have your first job until 17/18?
- Born in 61, so definitely a Boomer. if you mean no job until after I left school, yep, guilty.
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What was your first job and what did it pay? I used to mow the lawns of the single ladies in my village, I think I got $2.50 a lawn.
Holiday job in between high school and uni so summer of 1977-78, survey draughtsman for the North Auckland Electric Power Board. $63 per week after tax full time. After I paid my board to my Mum I had $53 left. At the end of 3 months I had saved zero bucks for Uni.
You didn't have your first job until 17/18?
- Born in 61, so definitely a Boomer. if you mean no job until after I left school, yep, guilty.
Typical boomers didn't have to work as young teens back in the day and now sitting on your property riches while the rest of us suffer.
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What was your first job and what did it pay? I used to mow the lawns of the single ladies in my village, I think I got $2.50 a lawn.
Holiday job in between high school and uni so summer of 1977-78, survey draughtsman for the North Auckland Electric Power Board. $63 per week after tax full time. After I paid my board to my Mum I had $53 left. At the end of 3 months I had saved zero bucks for Uni.
You didn't have your first job until 17/18?
- Born in 61, so definitely a Boomer. if you mean no job until after I left school, yep, guilty.
Typical boomers didn't have to work as young teens back in the day and now sitting on your property riches while the rest of us suffer.
Probably truer than we would like.
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I've been working since I was knee high to a grasshopper, delivering local papers and circulars. Saved up enough to buy myself a fair amount of Lego, as well as my own TV to play Playstation so I didn't have to battle other family members when they wanted to watch their shows.
First actual job after that was check out bitch when I was 15 which I absolutely despised, it motivated me to actually work hard to ensure I didn't have to do a job like that for the rest of my life.
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My first job was mucking out our stables, but I just got our butler to do it. Father was pleased with my inate ability to delegate to lessors.
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Anyway, on topic, getting old is no fun. I’ve gone from having a phenomenal memory to remembering that I despise the Blues but not why. Things I can probably look forward to in the near future are being weak as piss, saggy skin, humongous sized ears, some form of cancer, dementia and a lingering death. Going on previous efforts I’ll probably never see the ABs win another World Cup. Thank fuck I’m not bald.
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Anyway, on topic, getting old is no fun. I’ve gone from having a phenomenal memory to remembering that I despise the Blues but not why. Things I can probably look forward to in the near future are being weak as piss, saggy skin, humongous sized ears, some form of cancer, dementia and a lingering death. Going on previous efforts I’ll probably never see the ABs win another World Cup. Thank fuck I’m not bald.
I now have more hair growing out my ears than on the top of my head
But in fairness baldness is no longer an issue, men finally figured out that the comb over didn't work and the shaved head is almost fashionable these days. -
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Anyway, on topic, getting old is no fun. I’ve gone from having a phenomenal memory to remembering that I despise the Blues but not why. Things I can probably look forward to in the near future are being weak as piss, saggy skin, humongous sized ears, some form of cancer, dementia and a lingering death. Going on previous efforts I’ll probably never see the ABs win another World Cup. Thank fuck I’m not bald.
I now have more hair growing out my ears than on the top of my head
But in fairness baldness is no longer an issue, men finally figured out that the comb over didn't work and the shaved head is almost fashionable these days.
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Anyway, on topic, getting old is no fun. I’ve gone from having a phenomenal memory to remembering that I despise the Blues but not why. Things I can probably look forward to in the near future are being weak as piss, saggy skin, humongous sized ears, some form of cancer, dementia and a lingering death. Going on previous efforts I’ll probably never see the ABs win another World Cup. Thank fuck I’m not bald.
I now have more hair growing out my ears than on the top of my head
But in fairness baldness is no longer an issue, men finally figured out that the comb over didn't work and the shaved head is almost fashionable these days.If you want to go back to looking like a baby.
(Says someone lucky enough to still have hair)
I like going and getting my hair cut. I get some hot bird to pretend she likes me for a while. A bit of a yarn. A facial. And come out feeling good.
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@Hooroo Try the Kings Head in North Weald Bassett. Great pub. It is built out of ships timbers from the 1500s. Back in WW2 it was the local for the aircrews from North Weald, which is how I heard about it, as it was home to RNZAF 486 squadron for a while. A chappie at the airfield museum told us that the Luftwaffe used to strafe the nearby pub where the off duty airmen used to relax between sorties, so I had to take a look. If I recall correctly they flew Hurricanes and Typhoons.
The Duke of Wellington up by High Beech golf course is a tremendous little pub too.
Sorry mate but in an aging thread the juxtaposition above had me picturing a young JC, face dirtied, sleeves rolled up as were the times, calling across the airfield, "where are you fellas going?"
"Kings Head. You coming?"
Nice blokes those pilots. Been your favourite pub ever since. 😁 -
