The start of Employment. part 9

Hey folks, hope you are well, it’s me again ready to write the next chapter, we left it when I discussed my mum being terminally ill and going downhill faster than I have ever witnessed a Human being digressed.

By now I was 15, nearly sixteen, the school-leaving age was officially 16 but I left after the summer holidays, I don’t think the authorities cared to be honest as they knew I wasn’t really academically minded.

Things never really seemed to bother me back then, I always put my illness down to ‘just a bad day ‘ but that bad day would turn in to ‘bad life’ in the end.


In the UK when you leave school you have to get a National Insurance card, no employer would start you if you never had or was in the process of getting this number, it was a Government thing so they could screw more money out of you, well that’s happened for centuries so what’s new.


Also, you needed what we call in the UK a P45, this is a document with your tax number, the tax number indicates what tax you pay, back then they had single persons tax banding and Married man tax banding, they paid less tax than a single person but it was still taxed and no way of getting out of it.

National Insurance contributions (UK) depended on what you earned and for unskilled workers, you did not earn a lot. By the time you paid all that there was not a lot of left, you paid your board called ‘dig money ‘ in Scotland, digs meant board and meals etc. In those days you had no choice you had to pay your parents dig money, or they would turf you out lol, money was tight back then and it was right to pay your way, some kids nowadays don’t pay a penny to their board and keep but that is up to their parents, mugs if you ask me.


Jobs in the 70s were a lot easier to come by than they are today, unemployment was still there but not as bad as it is today, you could practically pick what you wanted to do, and if you had qualifications you got the better-paying jobs, alas I was working-class, not middle class so it was more like what I could do than pick. I now know the importance our teachers put on us to stick in at school to get a good career OK in hindsight.


In those days we had career officers, you went to see them before you tried for jobs, they were there to guide you and help you find employment, but you had to have your NI number, (UK) which I wouldn’t get until my next birthday. I left school in August and my birthday was the following February. I wanted to work then and there, so I tried to get a job and explain to my employer about my National Insurance Number. I was told no lol you need your number, for health and safety reasons or, so they said.

more to come folks.

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