That’d be nice. Not sure if it is “common” but it was my experience for a couple years until my mom met someone and our income drastically improved. After that didn’t have to work again until I was 15, and then it was legal and thus included certain protections. Also wasn’t a shitty ass restaurant, but a retirement home with a lot of nice old folks.
I have many stories like this, of myself and basically everyone I know from my hometown. Child labor never went away here.
Mine was mostly wood-cutting and moving logs from one place to another, unpaid ofc. My ex worked at a restaurant similar to the shit you describe basically since they could stand upright. Meth explosions happened all over town, but I had the fortune of living over 2 miles from any human being, let alone the 20 miles it took to get to town anyway, so we were in no danger of getting blown up. Mostly just worried about getting shot by stray hunters wandering onto our property or by kids doing drive-bys at our mailbox for fun. A meth-making fam I knew was the closest neighbor we had, pretty regularly heard screaming coming from that direction, both obviously angry and also obviously terrified screams. Sorry you went through what you did comrade.
Please tell me you are exaggerating. For my sanity’s sake.
That’d be nice. Not sure if it is “common” but it was my experience for a couple years until my mom met someone and our income drastically improved. After that didn’t have to work again until I was 15, and then it was legal and thus included certain protections. Also wasn’t a shitty ass restaurant, but a retirement home with a lot of nice old folks.
I have many stories like this, of myself and basically everyone I know from my hometown. Child labor never went away here.
Mine was mostly wood-cutting and moving logs from one place to another, unpaid ofc. My ex worked at a restaurant similar to the shit you describe basically since they could stand upright. Meth explosions happened all over town, but I had the fortune of living over 2 miles from any human being, let alone the 20 miles it took to get to town anyway, so we were in no danger of getting blown up. Mostly just worried about getting shot by stray hunters wandering onto our property or by kids doing drive-bys at our mailbox for fun. A meth-making fam I knew was the closest neighbor we had, pretty regularly heard screaming coming from that direction, both obviously angry and also obviously terrified screams. Sorry you went through what you did comrade.
Thank you comrade, unfortunately I feel more stories like this will happen as things get worse here.