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I think I was about 12 , working in the kitchen at a berni inns , washing up & making little dishes of salad ( don’t mention the maggot the lady found in one ) , you got a free meal & the chef would cook me a lovely piece of steak for my break , it was lovely , hated the job but loved the free meal
between 1984 to late nineties then the whole international trucking scene was turned into a poorly paid p.ss poor job
From 1975 the 22 years fitting/driving for Tilcon and its offshoots, then a further 5 years driving for a local haulier before I became a carer.
Pete.
From the age of seventeen until my mid twenties employed by HMG. I was at the absolute peak of my physical fitness, no mortgage, no bills, now worries, plus I got to play with some impressive bangy stuff.
It was when I passed my class 1 in 2004, until around 2008 working for a firm called Wrefords.
Driving artics had novelty, I enjoyed it, I was in my mid 20s, was a lot more carefree, used to take friends and family with me, was earning twice what I was pre-2004. Everything felt good.
the maoster:
From the age of seventeen until my mid twenties employed by HMG. I was at the absolute peak of my physical fitness, no mortgage, no bills, now worries, plus I got to play with some impressive bangy stuff.
Wasn’t it really dangerous during the second world war though?
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^^^^ yeah them bloody doodlebugs were a nightmare! 
Now.
Easy run. Hours that suit me and in bed for 11 every night. Best money ive earnt ever. Got to a nice stage now where I only have to interact with other humans in the traffic office once or twice a week.
My current job. Love it.
Just out of Conscripition -after 18 months in Malaya , then BRS, 1950 --1955 for me ! .
1975, aged 11, just got my first Saturday job at Wonderloaf in Birtley, (Latterly Homepride Bakeries.) where I was born, and it came through my late uncle John, who was 16 at the time, as he was already doing it.
So Saturday morning would come, and the smell of fresh bread was a new experience to me, and then the starting of the Leyland 550FG’s, and the smoke that bellowed out of them, and I was hooked. My “wage” for the shift would be 50p, a lot for an 11 year old then. When Spillers pulled the plug on bread production, I moved to Mothers Pride in Gateshead through a friend of my late Dad, who was a supervisor there, and that bakery was only a mile from where we lived. Same crack, but a wage increase to £1.00!!!
Once I left school in 1980, at 15, ( I was the youngest in my year.) I drifted in and out of that line, until I passed my test in 1983, at 19, and got a full time start with them. By then, Gateshead had closed and we moved to the Westerhope bakery, in Newcastle, and I still absolutely loved the job. Sadly, it came to an end when I was accused of something that never happened and I was gutted. I moved to Wakefield in 86 after marrying a local girl, and was doing a little bit of work for a local haulier, when I applied for, and was successful in getting a job at Warburtons, which I turned down. Big mistake.
Now sadly at nearly 58, I am in this God forsaken industry, and hate it, but only a few years to go until I retire, but I still think had I have not turned down Warburtons, would I still have enjoyed the job I grew up with and loved in my younger years.
Ken.
1994 at Mcdonalds when my supervisor was the daughter of a world famous sports commentator and she used to ■■■■■■■■ harass and flirt with me but i was too young and naive to return the favour. Still fondly look back and ask myself what if i had the confidence which i have today
I think when I was working for United Carriers, it dawned on me that I was being paid to be a lorry driver, if you weren’t driving, you could sit in the tearoom with a book or paper, or you could volunteer for a job and there was never any back biting between drivers or office staff. I left there to become a tanker driver which at 22 was quite a novelty in those days, most of the blokes were close to retiring age.
Doorman in nightclubs when I was younger, and slimmer!
In my 20’s mixing working at my main job as an Electrician for 6-8 months per year as a subby and doing the rest of the time in the costa del sol as a barman and full time beach bum. God I loved those days