Child labor

simplyfiredstories submitted 607 days ago

When I was 12 years old I worked in a store that specialized in selling
high-end, personalized toys to parents of spoiled brats. I was to
receive, store and assemble them.

I was fine at receiving and storing, but had trouble with the assembly.
The issue was the room I was asked to use was a 10'x4' closet with no
chair or worktable. To further complicate matters, the toys were poor
quality and often lacked essential pieces or ones that fit. Being 12,
however, I didn't have the stones to fight for my right, so I pressed on
producing toys with missing or forced-together parts. I did fruitlessly
complain about the workspace and rebelled by building toys on the shop
floor (It didn't matter in my eyes because they never had any
customers.).

8 weeks in, my boss called me and said I wouldn't need to come in today
or
any other day. I thanked him cordially for the "opportunity" and
secretly
wished terrible thoughts as I hung up.

One month later we drove by and saw that he had gone out of business.
Careful what you wish for ;).