I found an old blog post of life as a catalogue distributor (as I say, I didn't stick it out long
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"My shoulder aches. Catalogues are bloody heavy ? I can manage to carry about 25 at a time before my shoulder drops off and I have packed, delivered and collected about 130 catalogues this week. I did try a trolley-type thingy for one evening, but I felt such a prat (because carrying a logo-emblazoned bag is so much better for the self-image) that I stopped that.
I also have a very bruised and sore finger on my left hand where a letterbox bit me.
Some people have made the most pathetic excuses why they can?t return the catalogue (just tell me you?ve lost it ? that?s fine, just don?t waste 10 minutes of my time giving me an elaborate story about how your husband took it into work when he declares no knowledge).
The most depressing sound in the world is hearing snarling dogs ripping something up on the other side of the door just as you?ve dropped a catalogue through.
Out of 50 catalogues I have definitely lost around 3, another 15 are proving ?difficult? to reobtain. Some are looking decidedly tacky, although I have discovered that a quick swish over with a baby wipe gets rid of even the most stubborn coffee stain.
The 3-4 hour a week job took me around 8-10 hours all in, i.e. practically all my spare time. I?ve been left feeling absolutely drained most evenings and losing that precious ?me? time is impacting on the rest of the day too. For that I earned a grand total of eighteen pounds and twenty six pence. That?s before I replace the catalogues I?ve lost. Being a MacDonalds droid is suddenly appearing quite lucrative."