At the age of 14 what did you do for work?
 

Well like some kids they get paper rounds or work in a small shop humping crates around.

Not me, my Brother is a class 1 HGV driver (so is my stepdad), every saturday i used to go to the yard and help make teas sweep up and clean the lorries, then one day my brother said can you do us a favour and move my lorry to the wash bay.

Obviously i jumped at the chance and it wasnt too far to go just other side of the yard, so i jumped in (knew how to drive it wasnt first time driving artics) and so started her up put it into gear brake off, went over to wash bay reversed it back.

What i didnt know or see was my brothers boss across the yard, far from having a go at me and giving my brother the sack he came accross with a wierd proposal, and said il give you some work every saturday and some sundays shunting in the yard, so i said ok.

The next saturday i came up and he gave me a list and a set of keys, low and behold i was driving the run down stone age lorry, the old C reg (about 1987/8) mercedes that had done more miles than sputnik, the thing had gone round the clock more times than it cared remember.

That day i made at least 46 trips to the other yards on the industrial estateand the lorry worked well, at the end of the day alot of the drivers were telling me i must have saved them about 5 hours because they normaly do the shunting and that makes thier days alot longer.

Anyways i did this till the company went under nearly 2 years ago now, the whole industrial estate has been sold off (brothers boss used to own the lot hence why it was legal for me to drive).

The lorry itself wasnt flash quite the opposite as it goes it was similar looking to this (note this is the newer version of the one i was driving).
http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/522/theonezo8.jpg

It had a 12.2 litre V12 turbo diesel engine with 420BHP, 8 wheel tractor unit (had a middle lift axle that never went up)

11 forward gears and 2 reverse gears the most speed i ever got out of it was 25mph going from TNT yard 3 to Klusk yard 8 (not advisable to go over speed bumps at high speed as it hurts the backside alot!) also note didnt have an air cushioned seating.

Thats what i did from the age of 14 to 17 got £40 (about $65) a day for doing so.

Any one else have any intresting jobs?

Are I get it. It's your life, your probing the waters Kap as this is your book your working on. ;)

:ping: Kap my life Vol. 1 :ping:

I've heard or read somewhere that you could create your own Playdough at home. I didn't bother memorizing the recipe but I thought it was worth a good try anyway. :rotfl:

After browsing all the crap I had at home I called a friend over and we started a completely random and non-methodical mix inside our Cauldron of Doom, trying to stick to the least toxical stuff. Since Playdough's formula is still a secret, I guess I can't reveal mine either. Yes, it worked. Let's say it has something to do with carpenter's glue and remarkably nothing to do with flour.

Then we went around the neighborhood trying to sell it. We went to the city where pedestrian traffic was more intense but in porportion to the amount of affairs people don't want to be distracted from. We made hilarious performances at the bus stops. In the end a kind Gentlemen bought it out of pitty, I think. :oops: :rotfl: It didn't looked very appealing. You know, the first car invented wasn't the best car. Our dough was still immature and ugly.

The comic ending: I'm lying. I can't tell you the formula because I didn't wrote it down.:damn: We spent the next day from morning to night attempting to recreate the thing, unsuccessfully. At least I learned to ALWAYS NOTE DOWN ANY THOUGHT, IDEA, FORMULA, PROCESS, etc.

The 5$ we earned in a day was no profit at all because the cost of the ingredients wasted in the attempt to recreate the blob outweighted the 5$ by far.

By the way, the 5$ could've been a waste to the Gentleman aswell. We found a little piece of the dough melted next to the window the following day, warm after a long exposure to sun-light. Not that he would've used it anyway, seeing as we only manipulated it with gloves, who knows how toxic the thing was, and not that the real Playdough doesn't dry and crack if left on the sun aswell, but at least that one may come off with water, ours left a permanent round oily spot on the floor.
:D

I can't remember that far back!!

Can you remember what you did 33 years ago?

work? what work? :88)

Ah, those were the days.

Actually, I did do a bit of cleaning and a bit of paper delivery, but I didn't think it was that serious. Didn't take me much time.
I preferred to spend my time learning flight sims instead! :D

And today you still do. :lol:

And why not indeed. :)

:p Yea, true. Though now I do actually have a proper job along with it, but I'd never take one that would eat up more of my leisure time than I'd like (unless I was starving or something)

Whored m'self on the streets, took the name o' Monique.

Good times...

I supervised elderly, white, rastafarian, Scotsmen whilst they picked strawberries and got high. Memorable incidents include one Scotsman getting his dreadlocks stuck in his tent's zipper for half a hour.

I see you haven't gotten over your prejudice.

Prejudice?!?
I'm Scottish on my mother's side and I live in the North of the UK! I'm not prejudice against the Scottish! :doh:
I'm not Rastafarian, but those guys where awesome!
It was one of the best years of my life, if slightly surreal!

:rotfl:

I was a babysitter, I watched little kids for $5 an hour. It was very easy, we always played video games. Sometimes I won.

I pumped gas for 8 pounds a week.

Baled hay/straw, worked on the farm

Detassled corn along with derouged rows and wheel wells.:damn::damn: