I think this is just a New York thing, because I lived in many big cities and never heard of a fucking $200 permit to play tennis in a public park.
New York is just not a city you want to live in if you clear less than 250k a year.
What was your first job and how much did you make? Any highlights?
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I think this is just a New York thing, because I lived in many big cities and never heard of a fucking $200 permit to play tennis in a public park.
New York is just not a city you want to live in if you clear less than 250k a year.
If you exclude raking leaves, mowing the neighbors yard, ect..my first real job was dishwashing at the age of 13. Pay was $4 cash under the table. I would ride my bike 8 miles everyday to work there. It was in a little town on the Delaware River called New Hope (Where the band Ween is from, also one of the gayest towns in US). I would ride the towpath the whole way there and occasionally take the road on the way home because it was faster, but certainly not the safest road to be riding a bike on. Worked there for 2 summers.
Pros:
- had more cash than all my friends
- got to stair at hot chicks all day
- free food
- kept me in great shape
Cons:
- smelt like a cheese burger even after showering
- got hit by a semi and fell off my bike 8 feet into the canal
- lost innocence. Between being hit on by old gay guys, and seeing a guy masterbating in his car while driving by me on my bike, no longer was I a naive little boy.
Pros:
- had more cash than all my friends
- got to stair at hot chicks all day
- free food
- kept me in great shape
Cons:
- smelt like a cheese burger even after showering
- got hit by a semi and fell off my bike 8 feet into the canal
- lost innocence. Between being hit on by old gay guys, and seeing a guy masterbating in his car while driving by me on my bike, no longer was I a naive little boy.
Started working at a popular local pizza joint as a server. The wage was a shitty $2.25/hr but obviously the real money was in the tips. On weeknights tips would usually range from $50-$80 during a 5 hour shift. Friday & Saturday you could easily bring in $150-$200/night.
At that time I was in high school & living with the parents, it was a decent amount of cash flow coming in for me which made partying, dating, & other debauchery 10x better.
This movie pretty sums it up:
Highlights:
1) Free or 1/2 priced food
2) Learning how to speak/converse with people of all ages. I could also say that I learned a bit of selling from it, too.
3) Meeting some good friends
4) Hooking up with most of the chicks that worked there
5) Picking up girls/getting numbers from customers
At that time I was in high school & living with the parents, it was a decent amount of cash flow coming in for me which made partying, dating, & other debauchery 10x better.
This movie pretty sums it up:
Highlights:
1) Free or 1/2 priced food
2) Learning how to speak/converse with people of all ages. I could also say that I learned a bit of selling from it, too.
3) Meeting some good friends
4) Hooking up with most of the chicks that worked there
5) Picking up girls/getting numbers from customers
Bus boy at a local bbq restaraunt. Minimum wage and lots of Mexicans who loved to smoke with me.
We serviced a white, retirement city. One day, my racial ambiguity got the best of an older couple. The woman picked up her fork and in slow, exaggerated anunciation proceeded to ask for more silverwear.
It was that moment in my life I knew I'd never stop being racially profiled as a Mexican.
TL; DR: Not Mexican. Treated like Mexican.
We serviced a white, retirement city. One day, my racial ambiguity got the best of an older couple. The woman picked up her fork and in slow, exaggerated anunciation proceeded to ask for more silverwear.
It was that moment in my life I knew I'd never stop being racially profiled as a Mexican.
TL; DR: Not Mexican. Treated like Mexican.
My first job would be on a stall in a public market. It's a hard job. I don't get much salary from that so I decided to quit. Thanks God, I found my online job. It would be a lot easier for me because I got to work home and manage my own time.
I think it was like $5 an hour.
My first job was also Target.
and now I can never work for the Target corporation ever again.
Interestingly everyone I've met since then who worked for Target, also cannot work there ever again, and no one is crying over it.
I made $10 an hour teaching older folks how to use computers in 1993. I was 12 and my best client was a tour operator in the Del Rey Hotel....
Highlights
- Bought material to make products, sold them to customers in the B&B my dad owned
- Bought shit loads of candy and other shit that my dad said I couldn't have
Highlights
- Bought material to make products, sold them to customers in the B&B my dad owned
- Bought shit loads of candy and other shit that my dad said I couldn't have
Paper boy 13-16 years old. £25 a week.
What an awesome fucking job. I used to get up at 6.30am and be the first guy at the shop doing 2-3 rounds sometimes on my bike. Always pushing myself to be faster and more efficient, I optimised the shit out of that round, cutting my time by like 50% in the first couple weeks so I could do more rounds.
Spent my money on sweets, Playstation and PC Magazines... fuck.
What an awesome fucking job. I used to get up at 6.30am and be the first guy at the shop doing 2-3 rounds sometimes on my bike. Always pushing myself to be faster and more efficient, I optimised the shit out of that round, cutting my time by like 50% in the first couple weeks so I could do more rounds.
Spent my money on sweets, Playstation and PC Magazines... fuck.
My first job was with the Boys and Girls Club when l was 16. Pretty interesting stuff. Worked in the gym most of the time and got to dealt with a lot of ghetto teens who wanted to step up to me and shoot me up every time I call a foul on them while reffing bball games.
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That reminds me, I did have a paper route too back when I was around 12. Not sure how paper routes work where you guys are, but with us they'd drop of the papers in the morning, then every couple weeks charge you for them. So every couple weeks you'd go around to the houses on your route and do collections, then pay for the papers, and whatever was left over went into your pocket.
My brother was nice enough to hand me over his paper route, as he didn't want it anymore. Except during the last round of collections, he offered people discounts to pre-pay for several months in advance. So when it came to my first collection run, half the customers had already paid. After paying for the papers, ended up with like $2. I quit right afterwards.
My brother was nice enough to hand me over his paper route, as he didn't want it anymore. Except during the last round of collections, he offered people discounts to pre-pay for several months in advance. So when it came to my first collection run, half the customers had already paid. After paying for the papers, ended up with like $2. I quit right afterwards.
I'm ancient and my first job was working as a laborer in an engineering factory. It was 40 hours of back-breaking filthy work and I was only 15. Pay = £15 per week. And I was glad of it. Went into the Army asap!
I be a gangsta yo, but y'all knew dat n' mah first thang was wit tha Thugs n' Hoes Club when l was 16. Pretty horny-ass stuff. Worked up in tha toilet most of tha time n' gots ta dealt wit a shitload of ghetto teens whoz ass wanted ta step up ta me n' blast me up every last muthafuckin time I call a gangbangin' foul on dem while reffin bbizzle game.
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I was 6 or 7 and when we got new carpets at our house, we had a bunch of those carpet sample books lying around. I instantly recognized the opportunity.
My younger brother was commissioned to follow me dragging a huge bag with all the samples. We made rounds in my neighborhood, I knocked on every door, and sold the 4x4 inch samples for $1 a pop.
My USP was "look, you get to choose a sample or two that you like, and the next time you get a new carpet, just show it to the carpet man and he'll know which one to put in". Almost everyone bought one or two samples! For some reason they all laughed because I was being really serious about it all. And I really was - at that age it made perfect sense to me. Then they took out their wallets and gave us a dollar or two.
We nearly got all samples sold within a couple of days, before my dad found out and put an end to our venture. He had to call all the carpet companies we had gotten the nice sample books from and tell them they wouldn't be getting them back anytime soon, since they were now spread around the neighborhood.
He did make new friends with various neighbors who later hit him up about his two ingenious sons, though.
Not a real "job" but my first entrepreneurship, if that counts.