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how old were you when you acquired your first real job (with a paycheck, not babysitting or mowing lawns)

how did you find out about this job

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pumped gas at the marina where my family kept our boat.

 

My Dad got it for me. I think I made $4 an hour plus tips, but there were a bunch of hotties to look at.

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14 years ago......decided to buy a surf shop, I was 20.

 

The money is good, but the ability to coax girls into sending nekkid pics is greta.

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Ah, I remember it just like yesterday. She was a bit chubby, laying prone on the bed. I was having quite a bit of trouble inserting all my fingers in her hoo-haa. I finally backed up about 10 feet and got a running start. *Slurmmppp* Next thing you know, I'm elbow deep in her saggy fish bucket.

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well fock I was gonna say I was a caddy at the country club when I was like 13 but that's not a real job I guess.

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City Parks and Recreation Department - Tee ball umpire, scorekeeper, football field mower, baseball diamond chalk-liner, and concession vendor. A renaissance man at the age of 16. :banana: I saw it in the local paper and always played sports there anyway.

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13 - Dishwasher at a diner about 6 blocks from my house. Owners were a girl in my class, she told me about it. They were friends of my Dad who had passed away some 7 years earlier, remembered him, hired me. Stayed 3 years and bought a 5 year old car with the money about a week after I turned 16.

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16 years old, 4.25 an hour working 12 hour shifts washing dishes at a Villiage Inn (like Perkins or Denny's). Worked 5 pm to 5 am Friday and Saturday nights, then worked 5-11 on Sundays before heading back to school the next morning. By the end of the weekend my hands were a swollen bloody mess. They'd heal just in time for me to head back to work the next Friday.

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16 years old, 4.25 an hour working 12 hour shifts washing dishes at a Villiage Inn (like Perkins or Denny's). Worked 5 pm to 5 am Friday and Saturday nights, then worked 5-11 on Sundays before heading back to school the next morning. By the end of the weekend my hands were a swollen bloody mess. They'd heal just in time for me to head back to work the next Friday.

 

 

Lived in a small town and we had a nice restaurant named the "Village Inn". Good friend worked as a dishwasher there, one of the 2 co-owners was the towns biggest supplier of pot. Damn fine connection to have back in H.S.

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As soon as I get one, you all will be the first to know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

paperboy for 3 years and then worked at a garden center...smoking dope behind the pallets of peat moss and selling broken bags of crap to yuppies with the money going straight into my pocket.

 

:overhead:

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Lived in a small town and we had a nice restaurant named the "Village Inn". Good friend worked as a dishwasher there, one of the 2 co-owners was the towns biggest supplier of pot. Damn fine connection to have back in H.S.

 

supplying pot is a lot more profitable as well, don't know what I was thinking working that piece of sh!t job. Funny thing was that the toofless, redkneck line cooks kept wanting me to move up to the line which would have meant more money, but I didn't want to because it would mean having to spend more time talking to them... :overhead:

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caddy then dishwasher at the country club.

 

I was a caddy and a dishwasher as well, but I was paid cash, so those jobs did not fall into peenie's definition of real job. :overhead:

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supplying pot is a lot more profitable as well, don't know what I was thinking working that piece of sh!t job. Funny thing was that the toofless, redkneck line cooks kept wanting me to move up to the line which would have meant more money, but I didn't want to because it would mean having to spend more time talking to them... :overhead:

 

 

Probably true everywhere, but every single restaurant where I worked, someone in the back was dealing pot.

 

As far as my career as a dishwasher. First day on the job at the greasy spoon is Sunday - Mother's day!!!! Every 45 minutes or so when church let out, place would have a line outside the door as everyone was treating there Mom to breakfest. Got there at 6:30 and the 6 foot table where the waitresses stacked the dirties was already piled 2 to 3 feet high. It wasn't until around 1 that I finally caught up.

 

Pretty much my first day working has been the hardest working day of my life, everything has been cake compared to Mother's day as a dishwasher.

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15

 

Applied at local fast food joint, got hired.

 

 

Weren't you pissed awhile back cause you boss asked you to wash dishes???? Are you still working there???? :overhead:

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Detasseling corn in the summer when I was 13. I have repressed all other memories of this job from hell.

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Never had a job in high-school. Started pulling green-chain in a sawmill two days after graduation. Hard work, but $8.65 an hour to start. Worked there on and off for 15 years. It's the only other job I've ever had.

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15 - bag boy at supermarket. Can't recall the wage back then, but it was minimum.

 

I swear, in those stupid ass jobs like the one's we are all posting about, the work was....or seemed...harder than what I do nowadays. Have heard the same thing from others. :overhead:

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Dunno how old, single digits, delivering newspapers back in the 70's. Two weeks cost $2.16, I got some small fraction of that plus tip, usually people would pony up a whopping $2.25 total !@# I had one customer whom I never met; they lived in an apartment so I had to get off of my bike, go in, and throw the paper up the steps. But... every two weeks, there was an envelope with $3 under the mat. Three focking dollars!

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Dunno how old, single digits, delivering newspapers back in the 70's. Two weeks cost $2.16, I got some small fraction of that plus tip, usually people would pony up a whopping $2.25 total !@# I had one customer whom I never met; they lived in an apartment so I had to get off of my bike, go in, and throw the paper up the steps. But... every two weeks, there was an envelope with $3 under the mat. Three focking dollars!

 

 

I had a weekly paper route when I was 11 or so. I also delivered to apartments as part of the route. I was so petrified of the one mean lady at one of the apartment complexes that I paid for her paper from my meager salary rather than collect from her.

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Detasseling corn in the summer when I was 13. I have repressed all other memories of this job from hell.

 

I did that for a summer.. That SUCKED! We had to get on this bus at like 5 in the morning, and your arms were just messed up with the little cuts that the corn left on you. Then you also have the obligatory underemployed jackhole who thought it was fun to make fun of the junior high kids..

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Started working at the local bike around 13-14 yrs. old.

Rented out a section of the store around 16 yrs old and sold skateboards for a couple of years.

Whatever money I made, it wasn't much. :doublethumbsup:

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Local grocery store at 15 years old. Minimum wage back in early to mid 80's. I could only work till 7 P.M. due to child labor laws. On the day before my 16th birthday, I was asked if I could close, which was only 7:30, half an hour longer than I was supposed to according to the laws. Well some azzhole must have been watching like a focking hawk, because the next day the labor board came in there and pulled my time card and say that I worked 30 miniutes past the allowed time on the day before I turned 16. Once you were 16, you could work till 8 P.M. The store was fined 500 bucks for that shiat. I was pissed.

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Round Table Pizza age 15, four of my best friends and I were hired on the same day and fired on the same day. My buddy and I were in the dishes cleaning area and I went to spray him in the face with the water hose, my boss walked in, my buddy ducked and boss was drenched. Excellent times.

 

We lasted 2 months :music_guitarred:

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Detasseling corn in the summer when I was 13. I have repressed all other memories of this job from hell.

I use to do that for fun. We would work on a couple of buckets worth of corn to throw at cars at night. If you just cleared off about 2/3rds of the corn, you could throw the cob at a car with 1/3rd of the corn left for a good throw and very loud sound when it hit.

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At 15 years old, I got an after-school job cleaning the meat department of the neighborhood grocery store. I'd scoop up all the excess fat and meat and toss it in a trash can. Then I'd clean the cutting machines and then the floor.

 

In the cooler, there was this side of beef hanging in there, and I'd punch on it like Rocky. I kept smacking the same spot, which grew more purple over time.

 

It hung on this railing, and if I got a good running start, I could grab a hook and ride the rail through three rooms.

 

One time, I used too much ammonia in the mop water, and they had to shut down the store and air it out.

 

The stockers always kept some sammich meat and stuff going in a neighboring cooler, so we ate well.

 

I worked there every summer and on holidays right up through college.

 

As time went on, I and some of the other seasonal workers got more bold and naughty. I don't think a single aerosol Quip made it out of the store with the propellant still in it. (NO2, baby!)

 

We'd hide beers and stuff, and sometimes the store manager would give us steaks, which we took over to the nearby pizza place, where we had a beer-pizza-steak feast after hours.

 

One night, we were just sitting in the parking lot, drinking Wild Turkey, and we saw the store manager going through the store with a card and loading hisself up on grocies we're pretty sure he didn't pay for.

 

The store closed awhile back and was torn down. There's a Starbucks there now.

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Round Table Pizza age 15, four of my best friends and I were hired on the same day and fired on the same day. My buddy and I were in the dishes cleaning area and I went to spray him in the face with the water hose, my boss walked in, my buddy ducked and boss was drenched. Excellent times.

 

We lasted 2 months :music_guitarred:

Which was it, same day or two months????

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At 15 years old, I got an after-school job cleaning the meat department of the neighborhood grocery store. I'd scoop up all the excess fat and meat and toss it in a trash can. Then I'd clean the cutting machines and then the floor.

 

In the cooler, there was this side of beef hanging in there, and I'd punch on it like Rocky. I kept smacking the same spot, which grew more purple over time.

 

It hung on this railing, and if I got a good running start, I could grab a hook and ride the rail through three rooms.

 

One time, I used too much ammonia in the mop water, and they had to shut down the store and air it out.

 

The stockers always kept some sammich meat and stuff going in a neighboring cooler, so we ate well.

 

I worked there every summer and on holidays right up through college.

 

As time went on, I and some of the other seasonal workers got more bold and naughty. I don't think a single aerosol Quip made it out of the store with the propellant still in it. (NO2, baby!)

 

We'd hide beers and stuff, and sometimes the store manager would give us steaks, which we took over to the nearby pizza place, where we had a beer-pizza-steak feast after hours.

 

One night, we were just sitting in the parking lot, drinking Wild Turkey, and we saw the store manager going through the store with a card and loading hisself up on grocies we're pretty sure he didn't pay for.

 

The store closed awhile back and was torn down. There's a Starbucks there now.

Do you need a new paragraph for every focking sentence? :rolleyes:

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Which was it, same day or two months????

 

All hired on the same day, all fired on the same day. We all lasted 2 months. Made enough to start buying and selling the herbal refreshments, didnt need no job for many a year after that and had 3 classic cars by 17. 69 Camaro, 72 Chevy stepside and a 65 Stang, I was da man :rolleyes:

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I was a caddy and a dishwasher as well, but I was paid cash, so those jobs did not fall into peenie's definition of real job. :lol:

no, no, those count. i just didn't want to read about a neighbor's house you painted and got paid for.

i just count my daughter's first real job as mcdonald's not her babysitting although that in fact paid her more and she's done it for many years.

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In the summer between my Junior and senior year of high school my mother got me a job at this company that makes these stained glass kits. Kind of like these. Basically I worked on an assembly line putting together different pieces of the kit into boxes. Made like $4/hr. That was like 25 years ago. I was the only High School kid in there. The other people were mostly trashy chicks. The money wasn’t bad at the time since I put in 40 hours a week and up to that point was used to a $2/week allowance. It taught me that I really needed to go to college so that I don’t end up like these people.

 

There was one chick who worked there who was very skinny but really hot. She was around 25 years old. She wore these tight jeans and low cut tops and never wore a bra. On more than one occasion I caught awesome views of her nipples when she was bending down. She had small cans but for a 17 year old kid who went to an all male catholic high school, that was heaven.

 

There was one guy there who was in college and was working there for the summer. We kind of hung out at lunch and he was kind of cool to me. One weekend that summer he got hammered and got in car crash that killed his brother. I never saw him after the crash. We were just like work friends and never hung out except for lunch. Never knew what happened to him after that.

 

That’s what I remember about my first job.

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Weren't you pissed awhile back cause you boss asked you to wash dishes???? Are you still working there???? :lol:

 

 

Um, no.

 

I did work there for a long time, though...like 3 years. I really liked that job.

 

I worked for that company, and now the company I am with...for the last 14 years. Oy. Long time.

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Um, no.

 

I did work there for a long time, though...like 3 years. I really liked that job.

 

I worked for that company, and now the company I am with...for the last 14 years. Oy. Long time.

I thought you were like 32? Anyway, you should change companies every once in a while, seriously. :thumbsup:

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I thought you were like 32? Anyway, you should change companies every once in a while, seriously. :thumbsup:

She said she started working at 15

15 + 3 +14 = 32. It adds up to me.

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She said she started working at 15

15 + 3 +14 = 32. It adds up to me.

Guess I should heed my own advice and read up in the thread. :thumbsup:

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16 in 1966. Worked on the TCU grounds crew with a bunch of wine-o's. The gross amount on my check was $36. That was for 36 hours work.

 

....I'll pause while you do the math............................................................................

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Fond memories:

 

A huge red ant bit me on the openning of my peeter. I screamed and pulled my pants down. Naturally, I removed the ant.

 

There was a black guy on the crew who had grown up picking cotton. He could do a "field holler" and get your attention from two or three hundred yards. When he hollered he would be bent over to the side with an arm up over his head. When you heard him and started looking for him, he would straighten out when you were looking in the right direction. Truly a lost art.

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