What was your first job and how much did you make? Any highlights?
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At 12 I got my first paper route. One day a friend and i were out canvasing for new subscriptions in the city. We went to this really sleazy 3 story apt building it was something like the (Isabelle Apartment complex or some shit)
So we went pounding door to door trying to sling these papers. We met some of the sleaziest shady broke ass people on the planet. We def did not belong there unsupervised. So after about 20 minutes we knock on the next door. And this beautiful blonde opens the door buck naked. She asked what we wanted, so I started pitching her. After staring at this beautiful goddess for what seemed like ages, she opened the door further and asked her roommate who was still laying in bed. This was some kind of studio apt because we could see the bed from the doorway and her GF who was laying there nude said "no we don't want that, come back to bed).
This was permanently locked away into the spank bank for a good 10 years after that happened. By far the greatest day of my life.
So we went pounding door to door trying to sling these papers. We met some of the sleaziest shady broke ass people on the planet. We def did not belong there unsupervised. So after about 20 minutes we knock on the next door. And this beautiful blonde opens the door buck naked. She asked what we wanted, so I started pitching her. After staring at this beautiful goddess for what seemed like ages, she opened the door further and asked her roommate who was still laying in bed. This was some kind of studio apt because we could see the bed from the doorway and her GF who was laying there nude said "no we don't want that, come back to bed).
This was permanently locked away into the spank bank for a good 10 years after that happened. By far the greatest day of my life.
If you don't count paper routes, mowing lawns, washing cars, baby sitting, hunting golf balls, etc. then my first real job was as a fryer side line cook at the opening of the new Red Robin restaurant at Westwood Mall in Coquitlam, BC, circa 1990.
I don't remember what I made, but I guess it was about $5 an hour. Highlights included:
- Making out with one of the cutest hostesses at the staff Xmas party.
- Getting arrested at another staff house party after having had one of the manager's girlfriends (who was a waitress) buy us booze from the liquor store. The same chick got me out the next morning from jail so I could go to work. This was also my first real hangover.
- Getting sent to the hospital at least twice for various cuts and burns.
Worked there for about a year until the first Games Workshop store opened in Gastown, where I went to work painting, playing and selling Warhammer table top wargames.
I don't remember what I made, but I guess it was about $5 an hour. Highlights included:
- Making out with one of the cutest hostesses at the staff Xmas party.
- Getting arrested at another staff house party after having had one of the manager's girlfriends (who was a waitress) buy us booze from the liquor store. The same chick got me out the next morning from jail so I could go to work. This was also my first real hangover.
- Getting sent to the hospital at least twice for various cuts and burns.
Worked there for about a year until the first Games Workshop store opened in Gastown, where I went to work painting, playing and selling Warhammer table top wargames.
My first job was a paper route back in 1987ish. Not a bad gig.
My first real job when I was in H.S. was with an outlet grocery store that opened in town called Mega Foods. It was kind of like what Smart & Final is today, but with a bit more regular grocery product. I was hired as a courtesy clerk. Gathering carts, cleaning up spilled shit etc, but they were paying almost $2.00 over minimum wage, and I was working so many hours I was blowing my friends paychecks out of the water. I was there from the day the place opened and within a few months I was working as a checker, assisting the produce & dairy manager, plus doing night stocking a few times a month. I was only 17 and they asked me to be assistant store manager, but fuck I still had 2 years of high school left and I declined. So I kept my old position and raked in the cash. Didn't see my friends much but I was banking (for a high school job). It was a lot of fun actually.
And, then it all came to and end one night. The produce manager had gone home and I was finishing some stuff up when he called the store to talk to me. He said he had forgotten to clock out before he left and asked if I could go punch his code in the time clock. I did, not thinking anything about it.
The next day the store manager called me into his office and accused me of being in on the produce managers scam to pad his hours by not clocking out every night. I had no damn clue what he was talking about, but they knew I had punched the guy out the night before, so they made me the scapegoat for this fucking asshat produce guy's bullshit con job and fired me. He was fired as well obviously. That really pissed me off because I was a hard worker for that place.
All good things come to an end. Haven't thought about that shit in years.
My first real job when I was in H.S. was with an outlet grocery store that opened in town called Mega Foods. It was kind of like what Smart & Final is today, but with a bit more regular grocery product. I was hired as a courtesy clerk. Gathering carts, cleaning up spilled shit etc, but they were paying almost $2.00 over minimum wage, and I was working so many hours I was blowing my friends paychecks out of the water. I was there from the day the place opened and within a few months I was working as a checker, assisting the produce & dairy manager, plus doing night stocking a few times a month. I was only 17 and they asked me to be assistant store manager, but fuck I still had 2 years of high school left and I declined. So I kept my old position and raked in the cash. Didn't see my friends much but I was banking (for a high school job). It was a lot of fun actually.
And, then it all came to and end one night. The produce manager had gone home and I was finishing some stuff up when he called the store to talk to me. He said he had forgotten to clock out before he left and asked if I could go punch his code in the time clock. I did, not thinking anything about it.
The next day the store manager called me into his office and accused me of being in on the produce managers scam to pad his hours by not clocking out every night. I had no damn clue what he was talking about, but they knew I had punched the guy out the night before, so they made me the scapegoat for this fucking asshat produce guy's bullshit con job and fired me. He was fired as well obviously. That really pissed me off because I was a hard worker for that place.
All good things come to an end. Haven't thought about that shit in years.
$6.25/hour
Highlights:
- Immigrants ordering a "large cock" (coke)
- Flirting relentlessly with drunk girls at the drive thru, only got flashed bra though
- Half price food / all you can drink during your shift
McDonald's as well, I was Ben's manager.
Worked a lot of crap jobs as a teenager. One in a small supermarket where we had to fill up cheap soda crates. The storage room was in the basement and the boss was a heavily faketanned, chain smoking woman who worked like 1 hour a day and spent the rest of the day jabbing about her kids.
We used to keep the door open in the elevator basement, so the elevator couldn't go up, and then just sit around for hours drinking soda, smoking cigarettes and eating candy. Sometimes we would get stoned as well. Not suprisingly, everyone got fired including the boss and that supermarket closed down.
A classic example of 'this is why we can't have nice things'.
We used to keep the door open in the elevator basement, so the elevator couldn't go up, and then just sit around for hours drinking soda, smoking cigarettes and eating candy. Sometimes we would get stoned as well. Not suprisingly, everyone got fired including the boss and that supermarket closed down.
A classic example of 'this is why we can't have nice things'.
Sweeping trash at the county fair.
$5.00 an hour.
Got my paycheck of like $450+ when the fair ended and spent every dime of it on Ken Griffey, Jr. rookie cards.
What a great investment that was...
$5.00 an hour.
Got my paycheck of like $450+ when the fair ended and spent every dime of it on Ken Griffey, Jr. rookie cards.
What a great investment that was...
Standing at abercrombie&fitch with my shirt off while listening to loud ass fucking music 5-6 hours a day.
Then I discovered wickedfire and it all came together for me.
true story.
Then I discovered wickedfire and it all came together for me.
true story.
Waiting tables at a Bob Evans at 14. Was pulling in $100 a shift, which was totally legit...but after the 100000th time someone compared my first name to that Dr. on CNN, I lost my shit and had to quit.
Never knew they're called "rounds" in UK. I had a paper "route" when I was 12. No idea how much I made but even then I remember thinking it wasn't shit. Then around 14 I was washing dishes at a pub for $5/hour under the table. Had a lot of shitty jobs now that I think about it.
12 on a bakery.
Pros:
- daily free bread and tons of cakes
- warm and relatively clean workplace
- good life lesson anyway
Cons:
- the salary was miserable, like $1/hour
- had to get up at 2am
- the boss was an exploiting son of a bitch: a 12 year old on 40 hours/week doing adult work for $40, WTF?
Pros:
- daily free bread and tons of cakes
- warm and relatively clean workplace
- good life lesson anyway
Cons:
- the salary was miserable, like $1/hour
- had to get up at 2am
- the boss was an exploiting son of a bitch: a 12 year old on 40 hours/week doing adult work for $40, WTF?
First "job" was ranking up peoples Pokemon with the MissingNo Glitch. I charged $5 for three Pokemon. This was when I was 10-12 years old or so. Around the same time I was slinging holographic Yugioh and Pokemon cards. Helped my dad spread salt and shoveled sidewalks in the winter. When I was 13 years old, I got my first real job working for someone else. I was the bitch boy, for lack of a better term, at my local greenhouse. The greenhouse was about .2 miles away from my house so I would just run to work everyday in the summer. Continued shoveling sidewalks in the winter. Bought a used gas snow blower when I was 14 or 15 and did driveways for $20/pop all throughout my neighborhood.
$4.25
The main highlight .... dozens of these left over every day
I used to sit out in my car and inhale until I passed out. Then wake up and do it all over again EVERY night after work.
Explains a lot doesn't it?
At school, delivered papers and then shitty supermarket work.
After school, worked at an accountancy firm and a local hotel.
No highlights, walked out of most of them. Now working as Googlez bitch.
After school, worked at an accountancy firm and a local hotel.
No highlights, walked out of most of them. Now working as Googlez bitch.
my first job was at known [in my country 
] local radio station as a reporter.
was preety cool actually. i lasted a month coz they didnt pay what they were suspossed ;x
] local radio station as a reporter.was preety cool actually. i lasted a month coz they didnt pay what they were suspossed ;x
I caddied and hated every single minute of it. I worked at a jewish country club - the only jewish club in the state and also the only club that made it against the rules to tip caddies (who would've thought).
Months before I got there, Bernie Madoff cleaned out about a third of of the members. Hence, I would show up to work and typically wait 7 hours in order to find out whether or not there'd be a loop for the day. In the meantime, I'd listen to life advice from 40-60 year old drug addicts who became pro caddies since it paid more than any job they were qualified for. I'd also play basketball against some kids and this 30 year old that used to be a high school prodigy before messing up his knee and his life.
Afterwards, when I did get work, I'd carry golf bags for some of the most pretentious and entitled pricks you could imagine (keep in mind without the prospect of getting tipped). By the end of the day, I'd finally get paid by my semi-retarded caddie master, take two buses home and show up sweaty and exhausted to eat my first meal of the day.
After eating dinner I would proceed to my computer where I'd use my caddie money to buy fake jersey from China that I then sold on eBay. By nighttime, I would go to bed and dream of one day buying my club just so that I could burn it to the ground. It was then that I decided to be rich.
Months before I got there, Bernie Madoff cleaned out about a third of of the members. Hence, I would show up to work and typically wait 7 hours in order to find out whether or not there'd be a loop for the day. In the meantime, I'd listen to life advice from 40-60 year old drug addicts who became pro caddies since it paid more than any job they were qualified for. I'd also play basketball against some kids and this 30 year old that used to be a high school prodigy before messing up his knee and his life.
Afterwards, when I did get work, I'd carry golf bags for some of the most pretentious and entitled pricks you could imagine (keep in mind without the prospect of getting tipped). By the end of the day, I'd finally get paid by my semi-retarded caddie master, take two buses home and show up sweaty and exhausted to eat my first meal of the day.
After eating dinner I would proceed to my computer where I'd use my caddie money to buy fake jersey from China that I then sold on eBay. By nighttime, I would go to bed and dream of one day buying my club just so that I could burn it to the ground. It was then that I decided to be rich.
First hustle: Asked for a CD/R and 100s of blank cds for Christmas when I was around 12/13. Started copying PS1 games, I would borrow games from friends or rent the new releases from Blockbusters to copy.
Would sell new releases for £5 and the other games for £2.50. Making around £200/ week at my apex. Until the police came knocking and my parents stopped the whole thing. Fun times lol.
First "real" job. £3 an hour working at a sports clothing retailer, quit within 2 months and started slinging Durex Condoms on ebay lol.
Would sell new releases for £5 and the other games for £2.50. Making around £200/ week at my apex. Until the police came knocking and my parents stopped the whole thing. Fun times lol.
First "real" job. £3 an hour working at a sports clothing retailer, quit within 2 months and started slinging Durex Condoms on ebay lol.
I started at a Fazoli's restaurant at 16, was like $5.75/hr. Ended up being there like 4 years and managing for a couple of years. Only ened up topping out at like $8.20/hr.
We basically did everything you can think of, including:
And so much more. I'll never forget it. Still keep in contact with a few of them.
We basically did everything you can think of, including:
- People getting drunk. All before, during, and after work.
- People getting stoned. All before, during, and after work.
- We had something called "cooler games", when someone walks in to the walk in cooler, someone kills the lights and a bunch of people rush in. The goal was to try to dry hump them, but if they decided to fight back fists where thrown.
- Watching old people trip over parking blocks and bust up their faces.
- Floor hockey. Parking lot baseball. The reason they are lumped togeather is some of the other managers where not very scrupulous and would just expense out like tubs/bats/brooms to play with.
- Parking lot flag football vs the Culvers restaurant crew.
- Yes, fucking with peoples food.
- I once let one of my employees whom was in jail, nail his wife in the bathroom.
And so much more. I'll never forget it. Still keep in contact with a few of them.