Date: 9/6/2008 7:45:00 PM
From Authorid: 17014
My first job was at my Vet's, I was only 15 but he didn't make me get a worker's permit. I only got about $4 an hour and for a limited time (trial), but I loved it. I cleaned the rooms between appointments and help the doc's with their appointments, but my favorite part was being the first one in the boarding kennels in the mornings to feed and walk the dogs and then clean the inside and outside of the kennels. I got to work with animals and that's all that mattered to me at the time. :)  |
Date: 9/6/2008 8:07:00 PM
From Authorid: 42945
My first job was in a handbag factory as a gopher lol!! going for this and going for that LOL!! I was at tech doing a business and office clerical course at the time at night. It was a real hoot working at that handbag place, a laugh a minute, they all treated me like their little daughter hahahahahaaa but I learnt so much about life in the short time I was there with them but I really did enjoy it. Some of the women were a bit rough about the edges but honest and hard working, hard talking women but I loved them..I often think back to those times and though I ended up with a great position with a large firm I often compared the enjoyment of my first ever job and honestly, I couldn't, my first job was a pleasure to attend each day....:)  |
Date: 9/6/2008 8:45:00 PM
From Authorid: 64365
I was 13, and my mother had signed minors releases for me and my sister to work at the Hotel where she worked in the Administrative offices. My sis and I were cafeteria line servers. I was quickly promoted to Hostess and Relief Checker. It was supposed to be part time after school and in the summer, but we were scheduled to work full time each week each afternoon through closing and full shifts on weekends. During the summer we got a day off every 6 or 7 days, but sometimes we were called in on our days off. By the time I was 14 I was cashier in their Coffee shop on Sunday mornings, and afternoons and nights for the club restaurants. The waitresses would bring me the money at a register in an area in the massive kitchen. By the time I was 15 I was working in the Administrative offices after school and still cashiering on the weekends. In the summer I was full time in the Admin office, and working Fri & Sat night as cashier.  |
Date: 9/6/2008 8:58:00 PM
From Authorid: 64566
Oh , you want to know. My reply, it is very boring. Just kidding. In 1970 thru 1976 I delivered newspaper for the local newspaper on my bicycle in them good old days. I loved all my paper customers and they all loved me. Here again people back in those days were more socialable and easier to get along with. The job was great. The pay was super back in those days. Seems like I made about some where around $25.00 every week I'm not sure. Of course time has really changed these days. I can't remember how much newspaper was every week , I want to say $1.36 a week or so I can't remember. Back in them days people sat out on their porches and some yelling please hit my door !!!! please hit my door !!!!! I'd laugh at them like crazy and say you ain't getting no free paper if you want me to. My own policy was any storm door or window I broke I had to pay out of my own pocket to replace the glass AND give them a free paper that week. I felt like that was fair on my part and that's why they all loved me so well. I respected my customers the best I could. I had a big old red mix breed hound dog name Ranger and a few people loved that old dog. Ranger got along with every body. One customer called him bowser all the time , I don't know why. Ranger pretty much kept other dogs in their place that wanted to chase me or anything like that. As far as people goes he was friendly with the ones that loved him and serious with the ones that cared less about him. One Sunday morning I was delivering papers I heard Ranger barking and raising cane , I went to see what he had cornered. It was a white rabbit. I knocked on the door and woke the poor elderly up of course. I asked if she had a white pet rabbit or knew of anybody that had one. She said no and I apologize for waking her up , she said no problem. So I saw a neighborhood guy I knew walking up the street and asked him if he knew. He said yes up here on the corner. So I went to get the rabbit it was not in the same spot. I told Ranger ok get'em he started sniffing around and found the rabbit under the car. Then I told Ranger hush no no. So I got the scared little rabbit and carried it to the house. There they were , people out there hunting for the rabbit and Ranger by my side wanting his meal. I said sorry Ranger he's not edible. LOL !!!! The little girl burst into tears with joy to see her little pet she was so worried the dogs had gotten it. Over all if I could live that life again , I'd be just as happy to do it as I was then. I love and miss them days.  |
Date: 9/7/2008 3:26:00 AM
From Authorid: 59418
Hmmm....For my very first "job" I was a volunteer at a charity shop - it was a requirement for this award I was working towards. It was pretty cool actually, but I had to stop working there when I got another job (the one I still have) working in a restaurant on the harbour :)  |
Date: 9/7/2008 10:34:00 AM
From Authorid: 49546
My very first job, was working in this dinner ish concept western restaurant. I came in as a "server" but "server" meant = kitchen prep, cashier, server, cleaner...etc. Bassically everybody did everything on rotating shifts. I didn't "hate" it but I didn't love the job, it was my first job, and I guess I was the eager-beaver type, very hard working and all,I've seen it all. Behind the doors, HOW the food is handled. Scrubbing toilets. Yeah, much fun. With a grand total pay then was $4.50 an hour, which is like US$3.00 and that was gold to me. (Hahaha, this was 6 years ago. )  |
Date: 9/7/2008 11:32:00 AM
From Authorid: 10657
My first job was a switchboard operator at the orphanage I grew up at lol. $2.20 an hour doesn't pay much!  |
Date: 9/7/2008 2:41:00 PM
From Authorid: 62100
Dishwashing in the college cafeteria as part of my work study grant..  |
Date: 9/7/2008 2:51:00 PM
From Authorid: 10245
I was the night attendant at a gas station. Fun! The only customer that ever gave me any trouble was my dad...  |
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Date: 9/7/2008 2:52:00 PM
From Authorid: 10245
oh actually... my "real" first job was so boring I almost forgot about it! LOL I typed mailing labels and stuck them to envelopes for 3-4 hours a day. Yawn. |
Date: 9/7/2008 4:30:00 PM
From Authorid: 12072
cleaning cabins on a resort--definitely not a job I miss! As for memories though, nothing really stands out to me except having to work with a frenemy--high school 'friend' who jumped at every chance to be condescending or ridicule me. I was happy when she quit :)  |
Date: 9/7/2008 5:09:00 PM
From Authorid: 26803
hauling hay for 5 cents a bale on very hot muggy Missouri days. 13 years old...made over 50 bucks a day, but felp pretty much dead after.  |
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