Did any of you have a Saturday job while you were at school or college? Did you enjoy it? Was it a pleasant experience? Or was it pretty grim?
A lot of the kids I knew when I was growing up had weekend jobs anyway but in the lead up to Christmas, loads of kids were trying to get seasonal work in order to raise some much needed cash. As my parents had their own business, I had a Saturday job whether I liked it or not! But my own Saturday job horror story isn't about my own Saturday job but rather was caused by the Saturday girl who worked at the branch where I got my first job in retail management after graduating.
Some money that should have been banked went missing, and as one of the two people in charge of banking, suspicion unfortunately fell on me - until it was realized I wasn't in that day (phew!) And after a short investigation, they discovered it was - you guessed it - the Saturday girl. But the really horrific bit was that she couldn't be fired. The area manger said it's because they didn't have concrete evidence but I reckon it's because the Saturday girl's mum was the manageress of another branch and this whole incident would have made things highly... awks! Perhaps SG should've thought about that before taking what didn't belong to her and allowing other people to take the blame. But I'm very happy to say that Karma did their job very well when SG was eventually fired after getting caught red-handed!
What are you memories of having to work weekends as a teen/young adult?
Ugh, my first Saturday job was a bit of a disaster and almost caused an issue with a family friend!
A friend of my mum's was opening a cafe and was looking for staff. I was pleased when she offered me a job there which was to be Saturdays and holidays. It was my first real job so didn't know what to expect or any of the practicalities and so on. I was just excited to be earning a bit of money to splurge on things I wanted!
At then end of my first day, I didn't get paid so figured maybe I got paid monthly (I was a bit shy about asking!) But I'd worked there a few Saturdays without getting paid so I plucked up the courage to ask, thinking she'd just forgotten. But it was her who was shocked - she thought I was just helping out! She didn't think I was expecting to be paid (that explains all the bacon sarnies I went home with!) My mum was very annoyed that I'd worked so hard for nothing but it was all down to miscommunication. Needless to say I quit 'my job' and was careful in making sure that all jobs I applied for after that were definitely paid roles!