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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: titanic3 on August 15, 2008, 08:05:19 PM
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Your first job as a teenager? or as a kid? And don't say paperboy/girl, we all know you ran out of money and needed more... :D :P
For me, I was a cashier.. at Wal-mart... quiet you... :devil
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Piggly Wiggly.....
Stocker , Checker , Sacker , Janitor and anything else they could think of.
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I made pizza's and subs in my old mans sub shop at the age of 12 making 2.50 an hr.
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My dad gives me 3 bucks when i shave his back :D
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I washed Police cars, in and out, at the Scottsdale, AZ Police Department on the weekends. 4.25 per hour.
Gosh I miss that job.
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ick thats like soooooo grosssss :rofl
My dad gives me 3 bucks when i shave his back :D
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yep it is :lol
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that aint right pa :rofl
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My first job was working on a rice farm plowing fields and harvesting at the age of 13. Did that until I turned 18 and graduated HS.
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I washed Police cars, in and out, at the Scottsdale, AZ Police Department on the weekends. 4.25 per hour.
Gosh I miss that job.
trustee still on your resume', is it?
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I had a Mcjob flipping Mcburgers.
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Well my very first job was when I was visiting my mom for the summer in Houston, she worked at a pizza place called Skybox pizza, I made the dough, don't remember what they paid me, it wasn't much, but it was cash at the end of the day.
But my first official job getting a pay check was a bagger for a grocery store called Dominick's making $4.65/hr, minimum wage.
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My first job was as a cashier at a large-chain grocery store. I knew I probably wasn't going to make it long on that one when I accidentally insulted someone.
A very well to do asian looking family comes in. I check through about 150 dollars worth of groceries. They pull out a credit card (looking item), and start trying to put it through. I rung it up as a credit card purchase. Several times it didn't go through until I took the card and tried to put it through on my end.
I mention that the credit card isn't going through and asked if they had another one. The wife looked at me and half yelled, "They're food stamps, handsomehunk!"
I never put it together. They were wearing REALLY nice clothes, shoes, accessories, the works... It looked exactly like a credit card, and no body had ever explained to me that Food Stamps were not really stamps anymore.
Back then I had a horrendous habit of blurting out stuff before thinking. I said, "Those things are real?" The Manager had come over at that point, and sorted it all out. But she was a coward and didn't fire me on the spot. After a weak of about half my usual hours at the ABSOLUTE worst times, I took the hint and left on my own.
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First job was in high school, at the local airport, as a line-boy.. towin planes, positioning them in the hangar.. fuelling, occasionally washing them... all for the love of getting my pilots license... pretty much didnt see a pay-check, sicne i spent 99% of it on lessons towards my PPL, and later in my sneior year summer, my instrument rating.
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My first job was as a cashier at a large-chain grocery store. I knew I probably wasn't going to make it long on that one when I accidentally insulted someone.
A very well to do asian looking family comes in. I check through about 150 dollars worth of groceries. They pull out a credit card (looking item), and start trying to put it through. I rung it up as a credit card purchase. Several times it didn't go through until I took the card and tried to put it through on my end.
I mention that the credit card isn't going through and asked if they had another one. The wife looked at me and half yelled, "They're food stamps, handsome!"
I never put it together. They were wearing REALLY nice clothes, shoes, accessories, the works... It looked exactly like a credit card, and no body had ever explained to me that Food Stamps were not really stamps anymore.
Back then I had a horrendous habit of blurting out stuff before thinking. I said, "Those things are real?" The Manager had come over at that point, and sorted it all out. But she was a coward and didn't fire me on the spot. After a weak of about half my usual hours at the ABSOLUTE worst times, I took the hint and left on my own.
haha, what people say are true, I'm Asian too, but I don't care what they say, cheap, having no social life, bad English accent, gook, geek, you name it, but I don't care. Just wait 'till i grow up and make billions. :D
PS. I'm Vietnamese by the way..
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haha, what people say are true, I'm Asian too, but I don't care what they say, cheap, having no social life, bad English accent, gook, geek, you name it, but I don't care. Just wait 'till i grow up and make billions. :D
PS. I'm Vietnamese by the way..
Word, that's make it 2 of us being viet
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Great, I'm from Vung Tau/Ba Ria, you?
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feeding 150 cows every night for 2 bucks a night.
I never forgot the cheap bas%&*d. Even back then that was a rip-off.
I did it for 5 weeks until I got a new job at a car wash for minimum wage.
I'd tell ya how much but you would all laugh and call me gramps.
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I started mowing yards when I was 11. Went all around the area knocking on doors. Made damn good money in the summer.
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Went to a Led Zepplin concert when I was 15.... saw these dudes in blue uniforms working as ushers ... turned to my buddy Tom and my brother and said --- &&& %%% ...these guys are getting paid to see this concert...next day went downtown to the Andy Frain main office and worked as many concerts and ballgames as i could - crap money - but saw more concerts and smoked more confiscated dope than anyone I knew :)
NwBie
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Let see I was a pizza delivery kid in high school.
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I had a Mcjob flipping Mcburgers.
Ditto.
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I bagged groceries at a local store for less than minimum wage. Think I made 2.25 an hour. Minimum wage was something like 3.10 an hour?
*edit* We weren't allowed to accept tips either.
**edit** Huh.....it's still open and has reviews on the intardnet.....whodathunkit?? http://www.insiderpages.com/b/3717711281
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Growing up on a farm started me off young. At 6 my Dad taught me to drive so that I could help with the field work and chores. Just continued on after that. To this day I never regret it infact this is what I am teaching my kids.
Hard work....
The value of money........
:salute
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Royal Air Force at age 16
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Carvel Ice Cream at age 15
I am 34 now and still don't go near ice cream.
NUFF SAID!
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I'm 16 and got a job at the local gun club 1 year ago tomorrow. Get to shoot sporting clays, trap, skeet, and 5-stand almost every day for free :aok
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"Golf cart maintenance supervisor"
I squirted golf carts with hose and parked them in numerical order.
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Oh yeah, and i drive people around the sporting clays course in a golf cart speaking of that...lol
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Bailing Hay. 1 dollar an hour.
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I remember bailing hay "boy...get back on the wagon and stack, you aint ready for the chute"
shamus
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First real job was sweeping up trash and cigarette butts at the Great America theme park in Santa Clara when I was 16. Free rides and access to the park after work. Met a lot of chicks and had a blast that summer.
Good times.
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First job was a summer job. Pumped gas and sold boating stuff at a marina. Met my first real girlfriend there too doing that job actually. She was a little hottie that ran out of gas more and more often. About a month after my boss figured out why she ran out all the time it sunk in with me too. There was yet another first later that summer ;)
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Went to a Led Zepplin concert when I was 15.... saw these dudes in blue uniforms working as ushers ... turned to my buddy Tom and my brother and said --- &&& %%% ...these guys are getting paid to see this concert...next day went downtown to the Andy Frain main office and worked as many concerts and ballgames as i could - crap money - but saw more concerts and smoked more confiscated dope than anyone I knew :)
NwBie
haha...thats what i do now, my first job was a dishwasher at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
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Your first job as a teenager? or as a kid? And don't say paperboy/girl, we all know you ran out of money and needed more... :D :P
For me, I was a cashier.. at Wal-mart... quiet you... :devil
actually i bought my first pick-up with a paper route and was very proud of it then too. that required a lot of paper slinging to pay for the truck/title transfer/minor repairs to make street legal so my father could drive it since I was too young at the time.
aside from that though my first job was working on a farm when I was 15 right after I gave up the paper route. That is where I learned that hard work can pay off as long as the boss is willing to pay you and not make you go begging for the money.
by the way thanks for reminding me about how dumb I was in my younger days, well maybe I haven't learned much since then either.
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lets see...
...it was a long time ago, in a land far, far away...
We all dressed alike, followed each other around. Not long after we were all down with that, we got to meet exiting, new and unusual people, and spent a lotta time trying to arrange things so they couldn't kill us. Despite the crummy work conditions, we found out that getting terminated wasn't a desirable way to leave the workforce, despite the immediate advantages we speculated about every once in awhile.
Eventually, if you avoided the hostile RIF's (and had enough positive karma) you were transfered back to the world and were deemed worthy of taking your place in line for a job on a hot dog truck.
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I'm working at my first job right now. I'm a buss boy at a restaurant called Las Margaritas.
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Scoop Shovel "Operator" on the Farm at age 14.
Spreading grain out level in the back of Bobtrucks as it came off the grain carts and putting the tarps on so they could go to the grainery. BIG fun and got to eat many pounds of dust for min wage. Main reason wasn't the money though but during harvest season farm workers got out of school early. :aok
Next year picked up though - the owner of the farm took a liking to me because I was a hard worker and took me out in the middle of a field and taught me to drive both a standard shift bobtruck and a tractor. That next year I spent doing nothing but driving - was driving a standard shift bobtruck to the grainery 15 miles away from the farm before I ever even learned to drive a regular automatic shift car.
Was a good few years for a Kid - all should be made to do a few harvests on the farm to see what REAL work is like.
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Summer I was either 14 or 15 I worked in a PLL yard.
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Nights at a newspaper printing the daily news, paying for my first car.
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Dishwasher at 13yrs old at a Cafeteria.
My Dad saved my 1st paycheck and just payed me out of his pocket.
Still have it. (wonder if I can cash that thing... the Cafeteria is still in operation...)
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Some good stories. My first job, well actually I had two first jobs Both started more or less simultaneously. Aged 14, pallet repairer and lounge boy. Yes, I just had to be different. My Mother arranged both for me whether I liked it or not.
The first was at a food distributor. They had a lot of pallets in the yard that were a bit damaged and they figured that a couple of boys with a hammer and nails could fix em up. My parents knew the manager and I got the job along with some other kid. We fixed up few but realised it was tough work and soon started pulling out good pallets from the pile and claiming them as repaired. We had other little tasks, one was sitting beside a noisy vibrating machine that washed dried fruit like raisins, picking out stalks and cigarette butts thrown in by inconsiderate Greek farmers. :O There was an interesting diversion. The manager would pick me up every morning but one day he said he couldn't. So I walked. Just outside the building, there he was sitting in his car. I had seen enough cop shows by then to recognise a stake out :cool: Turned out some staff were going in early and stealing stuff. They were caught. :rofl
Lounge boy, sounds a bit sleazy but really it was just a junior bar waiter. I did that in the evenings in a local pub. There was a bar and a lounge as there often is in Irish pubs. At the time women were not allowed in the bar, just men. They went to the lounge. I swiftly discovered an interesting fact. Men tip better when women are around. Tips were lousy in the bar. In the lounge, you always got big tips. Men showing off, I suppose.
I hated both jobs, I must say and neither lasted long. But unfortunately they were just a taste of the series of rubbish jobs constituted my 'career'.
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I hauled hay for a nickel a bale.
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dishwasher at the harvest house resturant, which was run by woolworths
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Royal Air Force at age 16
Same, but a few years earlier. We both served on the same Squadron though.
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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
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See Rule #4
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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.
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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.
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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. :lol
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 :rock, 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. :D
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"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.
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:rofl :rofl
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. :lol
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 :rock, 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. :D
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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! :uhoh :devil 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.
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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.
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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 :)
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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
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A red shirt at an independent grocer
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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.
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Mine was during the summer between school years working nightshift at Rona. (Canada's equivilant to Lowes)
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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.
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I mowed the lawn of the local flight academy as well as being their janitor in office AND hanger, repacking bearings with grease for the landing gear, washing the planes, and even started stripping the paint from this one plane before I was let go.
I earning 5.50 an hour and that was in 2006. I would get 100 for washing a plane though. Got laid off when they decided to contract a company to do the cleaning.
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First real summer job at age of 15 as a shovelman for 2 months at road works.
Two previous summers as a part time paperboy won't likely count :)
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Driving about the north Island (New Zealand) delivering womans clothing to retail shops, surfboard in the back. Dream job. Ladies and surf.
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I was a counselor at a basketball / soccer sports camp near Lake Arrowhead California. All of the kids were from Beverly Hills or Brentwood. Almost all of them were spoiled brats. I worked for 4 weeks, had 2 days off, and 2 nights off (not the same day and night mind you). Made a whopping $185.00 after the guy who ran the place deducted room and board... It was a learning experience.
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Army.. Signed up at 18
<S>...-Gixer
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My first job - prep cook / dishwasher at the Dixie Lee restaurant... 90 cents an hour... I was 14.
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Cribbing labourer for 10 bucks a hour.
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Sell high-end bling (jewelry) with my Iranian boss in downtown L.A. (17).
I had mixed feelings about attending Jewelry conventions because that's when I had to work 15+ hours for 5 days.... and get paid $200 a day (pain comes, relief and pleasure later)
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I got my first job when I was in kindergarten. I sold programs at the local minor league baseball park (Anchorage Glacier Pilots). They always gave me the worst gate because I was a little punk, but I made sure that everyone who walked through the gate knew that I was selling programs. “PROGRAMS! GET YOUR PROGRAMS!” Looking back, I’m most amazed that I made change at such an early age.
Later on I mowed lawns.
Even later I worked at the Anchorage Hilton barbershop shining shoes. My rent was that I had to sweep up the barbershop. I was the worst shoe shine boy ever. No one ever taught me how to shine shoes and I really sucked at it. I didn’t know it and made money anyway.
In junior high I was a janitor and vacuumed, mopped, shampooed carpets, cleaned bathrooms, etc. It was also at night (in the summers). I hated it, but I made money.
Between 11th at 12 grades I started a business selling fireworks in Anchor Point Alaska. My brother and his wife started doing the same elsewhere the next year. We became partners after that. By the time I left Alaska, we were spending over $100,000 a year on advertising. I made a good living and it put me and most of my friends who worked for us through college, but I never really got rich.
eskimo
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Wow.. i feel bad fr you.. cleaning bathrooms in junior high? That's like telling a 3 year-old to clean his own vomit.... Eww.
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worked for my dad's construction company during the summers starting at age 12 being the gopher you know (go for this go for that)..he paid me 5 bucks and hour....at 15 started at McDonalds..
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Bagger at a local IGA, good first job. had an owner that threatened to fire me about once a week. Some how i still ended up leaving on my own.
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Literally a watermelon shoveler. First job was to spread fertilizer over a huge field by shovel/wheel barrel. Took me entire summer to finish. $5 a day - was 12 yrs old. Got very muscular that summer :D
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Believe it or not, my first job was as a shoeshine boy at a ritzy country club in northern Illinois. $3.35/hour...
I also worked later in a pet store, and at a Boy Scout camp for seven summers (was only going to be for 3, but then I met a hot chick (my future wife) who was living locally and babysitting for the Camp Director's kids...). I worked there as an archery/shooting sports director, lived in a tipi for a season there as the Living History Director, and spent four years directing the high-ropes "adventure" course 30-40 feet up in the trees...
MtnMan
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Automotive lube and basic maintenance technician.
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First job was as a Sailing Instructor.
£40 ($70) a week for a six and bit day week.
Pay sucked but I loved that job.
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I started working at a beeper company in Hartford, Connecticut in 1990. Started with inventory and moved on to repair (changing displays, crystals, etc) and I was self taught.
If I didn't get laid off from that job, my life would of turned out much different as I would of never changed fields.
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Let's see.........started "helping out" (working) on my dad's farm when I was 10.......soon as I was big enough to handle a tractor.
Did that til I turned 17 and got offered a job at a farm equipment dealership in the town where I went to school.
Farm hand: Six days a week (Monday-Saturday, 6AM til dark, so usually 8 or 9PM).....salary was $20/week :huh
Farm equipment store was Monday-Friday, minimum wage......my weekly paychecks were about what I was making for 6 or 7 weeks working for my dad.
Haven't made a habit of working for family since then........lol! :P
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First job was a local radio shack.
Didnt like to too much, too boring and the other employees had about as much sense as a shrubbery.
Oneday someone came in and I asked if they needed any help with anything. After I found what they wanted and left, I was told to "not do that anymore". The reason? Because it takes years of training to do what I just did. :rolleyes:
No wonder radio shack sucks now, they got rid of the good stuff and replaced it with cell phones, pizza dish tv, and other worthless garbage sold by robots
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First job. I was in third grade and started a lawn service. Pulled in about $20 a week for almost three years.
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Started out on the groundscrew on a golf course in Minnesota. 5am til 3pm but hey, free golf meant I played two rounds in the afternoon. Sure miss that job. Was great being outside all day long.
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Spent summers from 14 on through college helping install conveyor systems, pallet rack and such for my father who is material handling installation contractor. Had my hand go through a pulley that year while cleaning the grease off of a cable driving a roller conveyor system with a rag and solvent.
The knuckle on my middle finger on that hand got mauled a bit and has been larger ever since and easily pops when I crack it :) I can also count perhaps dozen or more nice scars from slipped wrenches and sharp edges. But, laid the foundation for being fairly handy with tools.
Charon