What was your Saturday job as a young 'un?

I feel like i missed out, i never had a saturday job.

Got a Saturday job when i was 16 at a Honda motorcycle dealer 2 years and a bit later and they offered me me a parts apprenticeship which ive now been doing for almost 3 months now

Used to do the obligatory paper-round as a nipper on my Raleigh Chopper (late 70`s) , detested Thursdays as I had to also deliver the North Wales Weekly News which was bigger than any Sunday paper . And of course .... Sundays , double return to the newsagents for more papers , sigh . Then I got a job at a chippy in the early 80`s , get to work for 6am and peel the spuds in a grit drum and then load them into a chipping machine , how I never lost a finger I will never know . The chips were then left in water with a chemical called Dri-White added to it , that stuff made me sneeze like a machinegun . I used to hold my breathe , throw the stuff in , douse it with hose and jam hose down the side of the tub full of chips and leg it out of there for a new intake of air . Back home for a shower then off to School ... all that for £20 a week .

Then I got a job at a famous Hotel in Llandudno , the owners were about as close to Basil and Sybill Fawlty as you could get . I put up with a lot of stick there from Chefs and whatnot and that`s where I learnt to give as good as I get , much to the point that new Chefs and Staff were warned not to mess with the potwasher ..... "Who , that bloke there ?" ..... "That`s not a bloke , he`s actually 14" . I used to ride the 6 miles to work on my BMX , I was 6ft 2 and must have looked like a right berk . I eventually quit that job after they called me in one night as they were short staffed . My dad loaded my bike in the boot of his car and ended up getting smacked in the face by a Bungee and it really hurt him , he took me to work anyway . I got in and the Boss came storming in around 20 minutes later yelling "What time do you call this" etc etc , I dried my hands and faced him , despite the staff telling him I was the one that came in at short notice to replace the other person who hadn`t turned up . I explained that my Father loaded my bike and brought me in as quickly as possible and ended up getting hurt in the process and I would appreciate an apology . He retorted with "Well your Father must be an Oaf and an Idiot to have hurt himself in ....... " He never got to finish the sentence and I effectively terminated my contract by making him lie on the floor by applying my fist at high speed to his Pompous , Buck Toothed , Overbitten Glass Jaw .

As fate would have it , I was cycling home with a very sore hand from the very place and noticed a Country Hotel on the way home , I cycled up the drive and asked for a job . I was given a quick interview by the Head of Kitchen/Waiting On Staff . He asked me where I worked before and I told him and the look on his face was of instant hate , turns out the Hotels were in competition for certain awards . He asked why I left there and I was honest about it all as I had a funny feeling it was going to work to my advantage . He picked up the phone and rang the rival Hotel and asked for me . "Is Neil from the Kitchen there please ? ............... Oh , Right ....... Did he ? Blimey !!! , ok sorry to disturb you ." He put down the phone and , with a Glint in his eye and a wry smile , offered me a job for as long as I wanted to stay there . I stayed til the middle of my A levels and had a hoot there working evenings and weekends .

Had the ole paper round, jacked that in to work in a mountain bike shop, ended up there most of the time, then jacked that in to go full time mechanic at another mountain bike shop etc etc and a few more jobs later moved to where i am now in September last year loving it

Originally Posted by diamond

I feel like i missed out, i never had a saturday job.

I was thinking the same - didn't have a job of any sort until I did my work placement at uni.

[Mr Speirs]

Checkout Chick for Tesco. Awesome!!!

Im still young and have it ....anyone got a gun......i wish to go postal.

So many years ago

Paper boy > Saturday boy at Fine Fare > Kitchen porter in a mental hospital > proter at fruit matket. Then college

Use to work in WHSmiths on a Saturday and Sunday

[Bri w]

Paper round. Hated Thursdays coz of the Chester Chronicle, or was it Fridays. Sundays obviously, and i also did the farm run on a Sunday - 7am start - 10:30am finish. Used to do it on the run as training for footie, rugby and athletics.

Never had a 9 to 5 Saturday job.