Four school holidays a year earned me enough to last between terms. What I did not know is arriving very early, he clocked me in and let me sleep until the factory officialy opened. So I scored. It also helped that my father was the paymaster.
He had a Tuck shop running. The owner appreciated it as it avoided workers leaving the premises to go into the industrial area to purchase goods.
My dad was a very bysy man. Hence he left the shop to me. Eventually he offered it to me. People could by on credit. Everyone paid weekly this deducted from their hours as my father was the Paymaster. End of the week, what they owed was deducted. Business flourished.
I still had to work thought. That was the horrible part. Mixing chemicals to manufacture break pads for trains. There was a computer telling you what is next. I loved it. With a weighing scale you had to put in the correct amount, from where it went into a massive mixing drum. That was cool and all but the temprature, wearing protective gear (PPE) was exhausting reaching 50 degrees.
So I finished school. My dad had a new job created for me. Quality Control. This was at the finishing point. I got borred and involved in matching the finished product. What a mistake. I felt sorry for those people. My dad had his own bathroom. The rest went home full of black rubber.
So what did I learn? Quite a bit.
Firstly sales. Stock purchasing. Learning what cliets needed. Kinda like running and maintaining a real café. I learned how to run a shop. Retail. Bye and sell. I loved it.
I learned payroll as I assisted my father every week calculating hours vs hourly rate.
The process of manufacturing from start to finish. A production line. But my dad took me step by step. From ordering, stock arrival, unloading as I learned to drive and operate a forklift. Through to housing stock.
Nothing was easy for a young man. But today I treasure every moment. A foundation my dad lied without knowing.
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