Sole Trader.

70’s Saturday Girl MICHELLE SINNOTT· SATURDAY, 18 MARCH 2017 Part 2  Barry our Manager, was attractive for an old Man in his ‘Thirties’. He was married with two small Girls. He is my favourite Manager of all time. He had a sense of fun and got on with everyone. We never saw him wound up and never heard him raise his voice. He spent a lot of time upstairs, in the small sunlit office, on the phone or filling in data in various coloured Ledgers. He would come and help serve when the shop got extra busy or when he wasn’t busy. At the end of a days work, you may have collected thirty Elastic Bands, from serving shoes. The boxes were often held together with one. We’d sometimes play a game in the last quiet moments before closing the Shop, of pinging each other with them. Someone would sneak in one hit and that would be it, we’d all end up volunteers in Rubber Band Warfare. We’d run around hiding behind Racks, with Commando style attacks from behind the Facade. It was such Fu...

70’s Saturday Girl.   MICHELLE SINNOTT· SATURDAY, 11 MARCH 2017 Part 1  I had a Saturday Job from the Age of Fourteen and that wasn’t unusual. It paid for my Horse Riding lessons and a few other things a Teenage Girl needs. My first job was in ‘Jacks’, a independent precursor of Poundland’. It had a very particular smell, like a Hardware store, mixed with Fag Smoke, Incense, Talcum and Mothballs. My job was to replenish and guard these mostly Plastic and Spelter items and assist any customers when needed. it was like working in a Corridor the way they crammed the place full of stuff. With nowhere to rest, it killed the Feet and Back.You got a Mug of Tea on duty, in the morning and afternoon, ½ hour Dinner Break and £1:25 for a Day’s Work. I looked for a new job every lunch time until I got one in ‘Martins’ the Newsagent. To begin with, I worked as one of the Saturday ‘Penny Sweet’ Dispensers. You needed patience for that one. Some girls just couldn’t stand the routin...