Your first job?

[Stage1]

My first job was at a All-you-eat Crab House(Red Roost in Maryland), I steamed the Blue Crabs and got all I could eat & drink too!!! 

www.theredroost.com

[Nilsen]

See Rule #4

[Ripsnort]

I was working before teenage years (Bucking bails of hay on a farm and raising/selling Sweet Corn--3 dozen for a dollar!) but my first job as a teen was a paper route in New Jersey at 13.

[Stixx]

First job was bagging groceries for tips when I was twelve, let's see, that was
oh my god, thirty eight years ago. We didn't actually work for the store, but
you had to be on good terms with the managers or they wouldn't let you in the
door.

[Speed55]

Keyfood at 16.  Was working the register one day tripping on acid.   Beautiful summer day, and hotties are everywhere.... well almost.....

 Next on line,  a mexican woman, about 35 y.o. 5' 3" close to 200lbs.   wearing a tube top and short shorts, and daintily holding a little bag of lettuce, and grapes.  I turned red trying to hold it back, but i couldn't and burst out lauging. In between fits, i said lady, you've got to be freakin kidding me.   

Manager took me off the register, and told me to go stock the shelves.   So there i am watching all these cute chicks walk up and down the isle, looking at me with my stupid keyfood apron, and my cool aid smile.  A few smiled at me, but i couldn't tell if they were being friendly or mocking me in my ridiculously gay looking apron.  I'm the king of metal man   , i can't be seen like this. Time to go.... I walked up to the manager, gave him my apron, and the tag gun thing, told him i quit, and walked out the door.

My last check was for .24 cents. 

[Ripsnort]

"Golf cart maintenance supervisor"

I squirted golf carts with hose and parked them in numerical order.

Oh yeah, during my 2years in Jersey I also was a caddy at a local golf course. $5 a bag, $10 for doubles.

[007Rusty]

             

Keyfood at 16.  Was working the register one day tripping on acid.   Beautiful summer day, and hotties are everywhere.... well almost.....

 Next on line,  a mexican woman, about 35 y.o. 5' 3" close to 200lbs.   wearing a tube top and short shorts, and daintily holding a little bag of lettuce, and grapes.  I turned red trying to hold it back, but i couldn't and burst out lauging. In between fits, i said lady, you've got to be freakin kidding me.   

Manager took me off the register, and told me to go stock the shelves.   So there i am watching all these cute chicks walk up and down the isle, looking at me with my stupid keyfood apron, and my cool aid smile.  A few smiled at me, but i couldn't tell if they were being friendly or mocking me in my ridiculously gay looking apron.  I'm the king of metal man   , i can't be seen like this. Time to go.... I walked up to the manager, gave him my apron, and the tag gun thing, told him i quit, and walked out the door.

My last check was for .24 cents. 

[Masherbrum]

Piggly Wiggly.....

Stocker , Checker , Sacker , Janitor and anything else they could think of.

I knew there was something about you Salmon Man.   Here it is!           j/k


My first job was a Golf Caddie at Western Golf and Country Club.    I caddied for an stunninghunk named Chuck Daly (who not only tipped lousy but treated his "friends" like garbage), Steve Yzerman and many other "sports celebrities".    I did this for 2 years until I told the greenskeeper to "F off" for trying to force a 10 year old kid to walk a 3rd 18 hole round in a day.    Thank God the kid walked out with me.   

[Boroda]

Village carpenter. Was building fences when I was 14, back in 1987. Also worked as a porter, we were retreiving bricks from demolished country-house Russian ovens, loaded several tons a day. After accomodation and food paid - got me enough money to buy a tape-recorder.

[culero]

I started mowing yards when I was 11. Went all around the area knocking on doors. Made damn good money in the summer.

'zact same thing here, same age. Had a nice bank account built by the time I was 12

[gunnss]

Grin,
The first job I had that got paid... in 72 I landed a job digging ditches by hand (actually cleaning up after the back hoe operator) $1.60 / hour 12 hour days.... in Bayfield Colo. (The real good job was shoveling coal on the "Silverton" but that was because I knew the round house forman and it didn't pay any money, just the cab ride.)

Regards,
Kevin

[FiLtH]

  A red shirt at an independent grocer

[rpm]

I grew up on a farm and did all the usual work. My first job off the farm was pumping gas at Burdick's Gulf for $2.50 an hour. Gas was .38 a gallon.

[Monty405]

Mine was during the summer between school years working nightshift at Rona. (Canada's equivilant to Lowes)

[Holden McGroin]

I was a line boy at an FBO during last two years in high school.

Fuel airplanes, polish, sweep the hanger, ...

One year during an especially hard fire season, I was filling up DC 4's and 6's as these were the predominant fire retardant droppers for SIS-Q (the company name) there was even a boxcar with a little turbine mounted on top between the radials, apparently running on avgas.

I was driving between the fuel tank and the bombers all day long, the bomber crews telling me to put 150 gallons in each tip, 200 in each root tank, 15 gallons of oil in the #3 engine, stuff like that, when a small taildragger (but with four engines) landed and put in his order.

Our usual faire were Cessnas and Pipers but I quickly got use to selling 400 gallons at a pop rather than the 100 gallons on some bizjet, or 25 gallons to a student on his cross country in a rented C-150.

I had a friendly competition with Charlie, the other line boy, at the same FBO as to who could deliver the most gas, so when this little a/c came in and asked for 75 gallons in each root and top off the tips, I was a little envious of my competition delivering twice the fuel to a 4 or a 6. 

When I finished, and was reeling in the hose to the truck, I looked back at this little puddle jumper and realized I had just walked on the wing of a B-17. 

I was disappointed with myself that I had been so caught up in the fuel delivery that I didn't appreciate the old warhorse while I was fueling her and I may have lost the gallonage competition that day but Charlie didn't fuel a legend.