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If you’re ever tempted don’t even go in the shop
And all for a tenner, or thereabouts, an hour. I really admire betting shop staff.
A tenner an hour? Dream on.
I found this advert for Ladbrokes Customer Service Advisors:-
Location:Huntscross
Contract Type:Permanent Part Time
Shift Pattern:Flexible for all trading hours including Saturday and Sunday
Hours:16 hours per week
Salary:£6.50 – £6.61 per hourApparently the extra 11p an hour only kicks in after successful completion of the training programme.
The advert goes on to say:-
This is a fantastic opportunity to join the team at Ladbrokes
I am toying between this and a sweat shop position in Mumbai
Thanks for the good crack. Time for me to move on. Be lucky.
Location:Huntscross
Contract Type:Permanent Part Time
Shift Pattern:Flexible for all trading hours including Saturday andHours:16 hours per week
* Sunday’s can be opted out of by shopfloor workers (ie those in supermarkets) and Betting shop workers, by law. Although your employer doesn’t have to give you back those hours. So a large part of their hours might include Sunday to discourage them.
https://www.gov.uk/sunday-working
**About right, just above minimum wage
£6.50 if 21 or over
£5.13 if 18 to 20
£3.79 if under 18
£2.73 if apprentice (aged 16 to 18) or (19 and older if in their first year).https://www.gov.uk/national-minimum-wage-rates
Personally I think they should get a living wage
Well worth the read
yes most threats are
often hot air
I have had a few that
were not.* Punched in the face by
a father and son combo
who joined my table and
were far too full of krone
and cigar fumes and making
overtures to my Swiss date
in the posh Seashell
fish ‘n chip restaurant
in Lisson grove, Bankrokeciti.
I retaliated but was held back
by the staff
and ended up with two free meals.
They were ejected but
told as they were forced
downstairs they would wait
for me and remove my head
from my shoulders.
After I ate suffering a puce
face which did not go down well with
the lady – the staff advised
me to order a taxi.
– I said nah as she wasn’t
quite taxi material.
– I was lucky it had been
raining they had scarpered.* complained for the nth
time to a neighbour about
loud music. He had a carving knife
worryingly placed on the rad
in the hall by his front door.
No problem with that
but he bent down and picked up
a hammer and chased me upstairs.
Luckily he had a slight disablement.People can go a bit loopy in bookmakers
I have never worked in a bookrot shop
and would want to for any money
well not quite true – maybe £40 an hour
but I would need to go on a course
to get seriously rippedWell worth the read
yes most threats are
often hot air
I have had a few that
were not.* Punched in the face by
a father and son combo
who joined my table and
were far too full of krone
and cigar fumes and making
overtures to my Swiss date
in the posh Seashell
fish ‘n chip restaurant
in Lisson grove, Bankrokeciti.
I retaliated but was held back
by the staff
and ended up with two free meals.
They were ejected but
told as they were forced
downstairs they would wait
for me and remove my head
from my shoulders.
After I ate suffering a puce
face which did not go down well with
the lady – the staff advised
me to order a taxi.
– I said nah as she wasn’t
quite taxi material.
– I was lucky it had been
raining they had scarpered.* complained for the nth
time to a neighbour about
loud music. He had a carving knife
worryingly placed on the rad
in the hall by his front door.
No problem with that
but he bent down and picked up
a hammer and chased me upstairs.
Luckily he had a slight disablement.People can go a bit loopy in bookmakers
I have never worked in a bookrot shop
and would want to for any money
well not quite true – maybe £40 an hour
but I would need to go on a course
to get seriously rippedNot just in bookmakers, I work in a large supermaket and last year we had 2 customers (adults ) fighting over a TV like school kids last year on Black Friday.
Oh dear Red
– I do rather hope we haven’t met !
I was in the Wembley store in ASDA
last year and had to ward off
what I can only describe as a
pack of animals. They were
all trying to prevent me
walking out with a shiny forty incher
with all the latest gizmosOh dear Red
– I do rather hope we haven’t met !
I was in the Wembley store in ASDA
last year and had to ward off
what I can only describe as a
pack of animals. They were
all trying to prevent me
walking out with a shiny forty incher
with all the latest gizmosRight company, wrong part of the country. This year the pack animals invaded the store next door (Currys) ours was better behave, but shopping brings out the worst in some people, which includes betting shops ( I suppose ).
Just showed on crimewatch a poor Ladbrokes worker getting done over for £400 out the till. Would be a great job without the idiots how they expect staff to work alone is ludicrous.
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I saw it too. OTT even by robbery standards.
Fortunately it appeared spontaneous and both these pond-life should be caught quickly, good CCTV.
Total vermin.
The worst part of my ten years running a betting office was the amount of scum you had to be civil towards.
I had punters who had served time for beating up an old man in his own home and trying to rob him of rumoured money that he never actually had. Another couple of heroes robbed an old woman of her handbag in broad daylight, yet I was expected to turn a blind eye to that as long as they were spending money in the shop.
Much of the low life were alcoholics but at least two of my punters had done time for killing a fellow human being and one other confessed to me and my assistant that he had done somebody in and gotten away with it.
One of my old punters, who was always in trouble with the Police but a total gent in the shop, came into the office one day, after a couple of years away, just to see if I still worked there. We had a bit of banter before I asked him, as he was departing, if he was behaving himself. He replied "You know me" and laughed. He was stabbed that night, by a woman who described her actions as "It was just like peeling a potato" and he died on the way to the hospital.
I feel lucky to have worked in a relatively small town, where such instances are rare, rather than to have been in some inner city betting shop where there are more desperados per square yard. I was never assaulted but there were a decent number of threats over the years and plenty insults, including an expression of a desire that I should die from cancer of the testicles and that my Mother should contract cancer of the vagina.
I left the bookmaking business at a time where the machines were on the rise and night racing and Sunday racing had taken away any relief from the grind of opportunities to lose money every few minutes. The job had become that of overseeing a depressing betting frenzy from an ever more chav customer base.
I wouldn’t go back to that environment and the least any betting shop worker should expect, is someone with them behind the counter whom they can turn to for mental and physical support when the animals start getting restless.
The vacancy adverts should be for Zoo Keepers, rather than customer advisers.
Thanks for the good crack. Time for me to move on. Be lucky.
All adds to racing’s glamour, eh.
When people on here get exercised about FOBTs and their ‘victims’, I can’t help noticing that most of these same posters are the ones who condemn ‘pocket talk’ the most. Why is this?
Bookies are greedy and they do everything in their power to make you lose money so they get more. Racing has a sort of devil’s pact with bookmakers, and we see jockeys making a second income tipping losers all day long. It’s all unsavoury. Yet anyone who points this out is a spoilsport or bad loser.
I noticed a sign from the BBC in my local Corals window: ‘Do you bet on virtual racing…?’
Time could be coming for that particular racket.
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