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London 26/01/1990 Friday I’m still working like a slave… Joe’s wife, Pat (she had been off sick), has been back to work since yesterday. She’s twice my age and has twice my energy! What a woman! She works from Monday to Monday, more than 12 hours a day, and she never stops… No wonder she…

London 23/01/1990 Tuesday – First Job Hi! I started work yesterday. Joe, the owner, nearly killed me. He didn’t let me stop and breathe for one minute. I worked from nine to seven and earned £18.00. 10 hours non-stop. Well I stopped once for 15 minutes to eat and have a cigarette. I put prices…

London 21/01/1990 Sunday The woman never turned up, from the babysitting job, so I phoned her up to find out why. She said she could only pay £30 a week, and I just laughed at her face. Erm, 9 hours a day, Monday to Friday for £30! I nearly told her to f off. She…

London 20/01/1990 Saturday hehe, you won’t believe this… The woman who phoned me yesterday about the cleaning job is actually a cleaner looking for work, who thought I was looking for a cleaner! It was my mum’s ambiguous advert on the shop window. That’s not the worst part. I didn’t have the heart to tell…