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Stuffing envelopes in a print shop as casual labour. I think I was 14 or 15.
My friend's brother worked there and from time to time they needed help.
Don't know if anyone remembers, but where I grew up on the first day of school every kid got this grey envelope to take home which contained an insurance policy for the kid - if your parents wanted to buy it.
Basically, if you died, or got your foot chopped off, your parents would collect X dollars. (My parents never bought it.)
Anyway, those envelopes came from a print factory where I toiled folding the papers by hand and inserting them into envelopes, then putting the envelopes into a box, then on a skid. You get the picture.
It was a postively Dickensonian environment in that print shop, but it paid 3 bucks an hour in 1979 or 80.
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