When we were both at college (35 years ago), my partner and I did Ch****mas jobs sorting international mail at the Postal Sorting Office in St Paul’s, London.
I was put on ‘parcels’ and it was wretched. It was freezing cold and there were no seats, so you were standing in the icy cold for the whole, long shift. The permanent workers were often really careless with the parcels and seems to take pleasure in bending items like calendars which were labelled ‘please do not bend’.
It was a lousy job but because we were full time students, we didn’t pay tax on our earnings, so we stuck it out ...
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