Remember your first job

What was it? How were you treated by other employees and/or customers? How much an hour did you earn? What was fun or fucked up about the job?

 

Paper Round...

I was 14...

Every morning and Evening...6 Days a Week...

An Hour for Each Round...

Lots of Fun...Enduring All Weather...

Getting up at 5:30am Every Day...

Pay was Low...But it was Having my First Job that I Enjoyed...The Reponsibility...

Some Days it Could be Tiring on a Cold Winters Day...When it was Pitch Black Outside..
And Raining Heavily...

Some Days just Super...

I Like being Outdoors and being by myself...

Sometimes I Would take my Dog with me...

Walking at my Own Pace...Within my Own Time...

 

I was 16 and I got a job at Lady Foot Locker making $5.15 an hour, I worked about 15 hours a week and all of my managers and co-workers were really cool. I wrote a paper for one of my managers to enter in a contest and it won him a walk on role on Dawson's Creek. LOL

 

Besides doing construction work for my dad growing up my frist job was dish washing at a mexican restruant. Damn that was an experience. I dont know any spanish and that job was tuff. I hustled though and by the end of the summer it wasnt to bad. That was my first and last dish washing job ill do.

 

My first job was at a K-mart department store I was a stock boy and I made 90 cents an hour. I had lots of fun there my favorite thing to do was sometimes when I brought out merchandise for the men’s department I would go to the service desk and say I didn’t know were to put it so they would call the department manger on the PA. His last name was Fag so they would announce - Mr. Fag to the service desk – Mr. Fag to the service desk please. Cheers!

 

I worked in a greenhouse as a cashier and the owner used to make me get soil from the yard and yell at me if the cart touched the doors. I fell backwards on a pallet and fucked up my back.

 

I worked as a marketing executive for a large newspaper company in India..I sold the newspaper literally lol

I made around 4500 rupees(roughly 100$) a month..it was a part time job. 9-1pm not bad

 

yes, and it didn't last more then a month, rather as a resault of doing it a bit too well.

it was dishwashing in a ski lodge, that didn't have any sort of dishwashing machine; the only job within 30 miles of where i was living at the time, which was rather isolated.

i was requesnted to wash a stucko wall with a stiff brush and a bucket of hot soapy water. well i did. the stucko was old and falling off, so there really was no other way of removing the encrusted grime without scrubbing the paint, stucko and all, right off of it.

i'm not sure what else i was supposed to have done or been able to, but no biggie, it was kind of an experiment anyway, just a way to get a few extra bux to spend on my then hobby of photography, which i also, from time to time made a few bux at in those days. this was shortly before my going into the airforce to avoid being drafted into the army during viet nam.

my first job, after getting out was even odder and more interesting, almost kind of fun, though to describe probably doesn't too much sound like it. it was sorting rocks that were going by on a belt by hand. basicly it was to seperate the silica based rocks from the others. all we had to do was to roll the silica ones off to the side of the belt, toward or away from us, it didn't matter, and they'd fall down to another belt below that took them to a crusher. the other's fell off the end into the tailings pile.

it didn't pay much, (although we were given free beer and sandwitches for lunch), but this was down by the river, in the forrest, and what we were basicly doing was mining what had been the tailings from hydraulic mining that had been done there a hundred years previously, for the silica rock, that was then ground into a micro-fine powder to go into toothpaste. colgate toothpaste specificly, at a place called riddle oregon. where we were mining/reprocessessing, whatever you want to call it, was from the bear river, part of the yuba/bear drainage, near where i was living at the time, in colfax california. the same colfax i had grown up in from half way through third grade to half way through my senior year in highschool.

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Worked at a local ethnic deli. Small shop, the owner cut his own meat in the back and needed someone up front to do the selling. I was 16 and worked part time. All my friends came in because parents sent them on grocery runs. There were many different types of meat and I didn't know any of them. Had to keep going back to the owner to ask what was what. He would start getting aggravated so after a while I just guessed. Many of my friends parents became upset when their kids came back with the wrong stuff and I was in the "hot seat" with them. I just gave them my most innocent look and apologized. The best thing about the job was that there were these huge wooden barrels with candy that I sorta helped myself to...well, my sugar got low dealing with all that anxiety from not knowing which meat was what.

 

i worked on a farm, baling hay and straw and stacking it in the barn. i worked there every summer in high school. most of my friends were doing the same job for $4 or $5 and hour, but the farmer i worked for made better looking hay that snobby "horse people" were willing to pay out the ass for, so i started at $7 and ended up at $10.50 an hour. it was a good job for a high school kid, and i was good at it so i was guaranteed to be the first called whenever he needed help. we usually started really early in the morning, but that meant we were usually done by ten when it started to get hot, and then i had all day to do as i pleased (usually involving swimming).

 

I fried Taco Shells at Taco bell. Well, before that, I had a paper route.

 

I was a waitress for a Pizza Place. I really hated it. I lasted a month.

 

Driving a tractor for a local farmer when I was 13. It was fun and I made $1.00 and hour, which was good money for a 13 year old in 1960.

 

1965, age 13, weighed perzactly 100 pounds (a requirement my Dad had for me doing farm work. I was a skinny little kid). Hauled hay (throwing bales up onto the truck or stacking them, I was little so they let me drive the truck when the hay was too heavy for me. It wasn't too heavy often enough). First day I worked it was 108 degrees and high humidity. When we had no hay to haul, we hauled ... whatever he could get paid to haul - garbage, scrap copper, junk, half-burnt hair from the incinerator behind the beauty shop (damn, that was rough). I worked for a regular Fred G. Sanford, but he paid $10 a day for sunup to sundown, same pay for Saturday if you could stand it the extra day. I made it for a little over 3 weeks until I was down to around 85 pounds, and Dad called a halt to my adventures in the hay hauling business. Mowed grass the rest of the summer. Got $5 per yard per week, could have raised milk cows in what they called a yard and it had to be mowed and trimmed twice a week. I'd just as soon have hauled hay if I'd been able.

 

I got a job in a clothes shop at about 17. The other employees were girls about my age and some a few years older. They mocked me for being vegan and ate Burger King burgers and shoved them under my nose and made piggy noises.
The manageress was about 60 but was just as immature. She was a bully, and ordered me about every 5 minutes without fail, saying i was useless and couldnt even fold clothes correctly. The hours were long. When my monthly wages came through i had received lower than the minimum wage, even considering tax is was way too little. I quit then

I still have to walk past the place sometimes. Was horrible

 

My first job was working at a theme park running go-carts.
I did everything form take tickets to pulling the carts off the wall when people decided to hit the wall.
It was fun for the first day or so, but it got old real fast. The only redeeming part of it was the water ride. The girls would go on it first then, soaking wet they would then go and ride the carts.

 

well i never had a real job yet, but the first thing i started getting paid for was mowing lawns.

 

I loved working at SubWay, the manager was never at work and I ate cookies ALL DAY LONG, not to mention I worked at the Subway in an old train station and it was haunted and we always saw a dude in a prison suit walk around and dissapear =) good times!!!!!!!!!! I used to feed the homeless guys free food too, because I thought it was nice and hated my boss and figured it was a good way to get back at her for being a bitch while doing something good for my community HAHAHAHA

 

^so i'm guessing when you worked there bums flocked to the area and harrassed the shit out of you and everyone else and robbed peoples cars and whatnot.


at least that's what happened back when i had a boss that gave the bums free pizza

 

well the subway i worked at was across the street from our police station down town, the homeless guys were always there regardless if i was or not, they still are down there every day and every night...............

it is right by the bus stop they all sleep in. and they didn't harass me, they were all very well mannered and polite and helped clean up the place if someone made a mess................. most were veterans who were fucked over by the army when they got out, so i didn't mind giving them food and hearing stories...