What was your very first job?

[jacquie4000]

Any funny stories about your first job?
Did you like it?


I was 13 years old and I worked on a farm cleaning eggs. It was hot and stinky to say
the least. But being 13 it was one of the few jobs I could get.

 

[Random]

I was cellar boy @ a hotel. It was a dirty, grimy job but I didn't hate it...even though I didn't last long @ it.

 

[doppelganger]

I was 17 when I got my first job as a sales clerk at a Christian book and gift store.

 

[jacquie4000]

I was 17 when I got my first job as a sales clerk at a Christian book and gift store.

Lol........You probably read every book on the shelf

 

[FatMan]

I worked as a busboy in an Italian restaurant.

My username began that day. Each night after the restaurant would close, the owners would cook up all the remaining food and serve it to us family style. It was like having a Sunday meal everytime I worked.

 

[jacquie4000]

I worked as a busboy in an Italian restaurant.

My username began that day. Each night after the restaurant would close, the owners would cook up all the remaining food and serve it to us family style. It was like having a Sunday meal everytime I worked.

Sounds like a good place to work. Family type owned restaurants can be fun to work at.

 

[eudaimonia]

I wrote a small graphics software program that could be used to find homologies between two nucleic acid sequences.


eudaimonia,

Mark

 

[jacquie4000]

I wrote a small graphics software program that could be used to find homologies between two nucleic acid sequences.


eudaimonia,

Mark

Really? How old were you at the time?

 

[michel]

Any funny stories about your first job?
Did you like it?


I was 13 years old and I worked on a farm cleaning eggs. It was hot and stinky to say
the least. But being 13 it was one of the few jobs I could get.

My very first ? (during school holidays when nI was at college).

I was washing up in a rather large self-serve restaurant (a big chain); we had a wonderful machine with a conveyor belt, on which you stacked the plates. Out, at the other end, they came through, steaming hot..if you weren't fast enough..........:cover:

I do remember very large bins (about 5 foot high) at the back (for the waste food), which was sent to farmers as ppig swill. I used to volunteer for jumping up and down in the bin and compacting the food................

I do also have a vague recollection of being near the cake making part of the kitchens - they used machines much like cement mixers for the dough; I had a couple of friend, and we used to have mock "fights" which included throwing waste food at one another..........

I dread the thought that someone, eating a delicious cake, would come across a bit of meat that had been fired at each other in the mock fights.

 

[jacquie4000]

My very first ? (during school holidays when nI was at college).

I was washing up in a rather large self-serve restaurant (a big chain); we had a wonderful machine with a conveyor belt, on which you stacked the plates. Out, at the other end, they came through, steaming hot..if you weren't fast enough..........:cover:

I do remember very large bins (about 5 foot high) at the back (for the waste food), which was sent to farmers as ppig swill. I used to volunteer for jumping up and down in the bin and compacting the food................

I do also have a vague recollection of being near the cake making part of the kitchens - they used machines much like cement mixers for the dough; I had a couple of friend, and we used to have mock "fights" which included throwing waste food at one another..........

I dread the thought that someone, eating a delicious cake, would come across a bit of meat that had been fired at each other in the mock fights.

I can just picture you jumping up and down in the food bin

Food fight, sounds something like my son would do

 

[Willamena]

My first job was, believe it or not, cleaning toilets. It was a summer job in 'housekeeping' at a local hospital.

 

[MysticSang'ha]

I was 12 when I began my first "real" job where I was paid wages. I was the neighborhood babysitter. And I was darn good at it, too.

There was one particular family, though, that stood out in my mind that had five kids, and I was asked to watch over them until the wee hours of the morning. They were quite the challenging bunch, to say the least. First of all, I went against the wishes of the parents when they told me to leave the baby alone in the crib when I knew he needed his diaper changed............I didn't think that was such a big deal, though.

My older brother stopped by after he got off work to check up on me (he knew this family was difficult, even for me). And one of the older girls tried to spike his Coca-Cola with nail polish remover.

My hair was yanked often, I'd get painted on, colored on, pushed and pulled, and the kids never followed the house rules. It was no wonder why the parents wanted a break from the chaos.

I stopped babysitting for them when one of the kids willingly set fire to their own house. I draw the line on arson.

But at that time, I'd already begun to phase in to being a teaching assistant around 17, and by 19 years old, I was teaching my own dance classes. I'd still babysit every now and then, but that was only if I wasn't in a show, teaching, or clumsily waiting tables at a local restaraunt...........I totally sucked as a waitress.

But, I still think I had a good thing going in my teen years. I could earn a couple hundred dollars a month, and in those days as a 15-year-old, that was a lot of money.

I would laugh and comment sometimes in my dance career that I was making more money as the neighborhood babysitter than as a professional dancer. Well, at least now I'm getting call after call for work now that my foot is in the door and my name is recognized by the locals. I can demand better pay now, but WOW ten years ago I would be doing so many jobs pro bono that I felt like I was in a never-ending internship.




Peace,
Mystic

 

[slabbey06]

I worked at a grocery store for my first "real" job. I was the only girl carry out. I was pretty shy so that didn't thrill me. It was great fun to unload people's groceries in their car for them in 100 degree weather or 2 feet of snow...but the best part was when the old people would tip me 35 cents

 

[Wandered Off]

Mowing yards was my first outside income. The first job where I got a regular check was playing in a roving band at Six Flags amusement park. We shared the break room with the costume characters.

 

[jacquie4000]

My first job was, believe it or not, cleaning toilets. It was a summer job in 'housekeeping' at a local hospital.

That's a job I wouldn't treasure. It is funny to think of what our first jobs were though.

 

[jacquie4000]

I was 12 when I began my first "real" job where I was paid wages. I was the neighborhood babysitter. And I was darn good at it, too.

There was one particular family, though, that stood out in my mind that had five kids, and I was asked to watch over them until the wee hours of the morning. They were quite the challenging bunch, to say the least. First of all, I went against the wishes of the parents when they told me to leave the baby alone in the crib when I knew he needed his diaper changed............I didn't think that was such a big deal, though.

My older brother stopped by after he got off work to check up on me (he knew this family was difficult, even for me). And one of the older girls tried to spike his Coca-Cola with nail polish remover.

My hair was yanked often, I'd get painted on, colored on, pushed and pulled, and the kids never followed the house rules. It was no wonder why the parents wanted a break from the chaos.

I stopped babysitting for them when one of the kids willingly set fire to their own house. I draw the line on arson.

But at that time, I'd already begun to phase in to being a teaching assistant around 17, and by 19 years old, I was teaching my own dance classes. I'd still babysit every now and then, but that was only if I wasn't in a show, teaching, or clumsily waiting tables at a local restaraunt...........I totally sucked as a waitress.

But, I still think I had a good thing going in my teen years. I could earn a couple hundred dollars a month, and in those days as a 15-year-old, that was a lot of money.

I would laugh and comment sometimes in my dance career that I was making more money as the neighborhood babysitter than as a professional dancer. Well, at least now I'm getting call after call for work now that my foot is in the door and my name is recognized by the locals. I can demand better pay now, but WOW ten years ago I would be doing so many jobs pro bono that I felt like I was in a never-ending internship.




Peace,
Mystic

Fire to the house

I am glad you are getting so many calls in your dance career:yes:

 

[jacquie4000]

Thanks everyone for sharing.

 

[anders]

Instruments workshop in a crude oil refinery. 1960, age 17. In today's exchange rates, $ 0.32 per hour. I'm not very good with my hands (mainly, I think, to be blamed on my eyes), but somehow they found work that I performed sufficiently well. Disassembling and cleaning manometers, using chemicals that today are supposed to be cancer provoking, cutting lead sheet for gaskets, coating hoottt lines with aluminium paint (you had to be very quick so that the brush wouldn't seize), testing elementary bitumen properties...

I still feel quite nostalgic when asphalt fumes hit my nose.

ETA: I even managed to reassemble those manometers.

 

[slabbey06]

I still feel quite nostalgic when asphalt fumes hit my nose.

Do you get that warm sentimental feeling inside?

 

[anders]

Do you get that warm sentimental feeling inside?

Xaccly.

 

[cardero]

I was a babysitter. I looked after two kids (boy was 8 and the girl was 5) for a mother (a friend of the family) while she went to work. Something good came about this becasue the mother lived in an apartment complex and when another couple heard about this, the asked me to babysit their child which was around the same age as the boy. It didn't pay alot back then but I was ambitious.

 

[Smoke]

Other than a paper route, my first job was working at Chick-Fil-A. I hated it, and by the time I quit I hated the sandwiches, too. The owner's first name was Norris. He liked two of the teenagers who worked there; he was ticked off at the rest of us all the time.

We used to sing (not actually to his face):

We're so sorry, Uncle Norris
Oh, we didn't mean to cause you any pain
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We used to set the clock ahead ten minutes so we could close a little early, then set it back before we left.

When we were bored, we used to deep-fry quarters, flick them out in the mall, and watch passersby try to pick them up.

We made $2.05 an hour. You get what you pay for.

 

[Quiddity]

Lanscaping with my uncle. I was 8 and did that off and on until I entered college. He paid me when he felt like it and the type of work I did breaks every OSHA code imaginable. In fact, I got a hernia over it.

I held other jobs like Taco Bell, Del Taco, waiter at Sizzler, Designing Toilets, blah blah blah....