What was your first job and how much did you make? Any highlights?
- Thread starter BenPOF
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$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
Damn, 6 bucks a hour, sound's like really good and easy job.
From ages 15-18 I worked for a telemarketing agency. Well I thought it was. Turns out it was a boiler room type of situation. We were selling fake Canadian lottery tickets to elderly people and then scamming them out of thousands when they "won" the grand prize. Kind of like an early Nigerian scam. You won $200,000 ma'am! We just need a check for $25,000 to get you started. Paid $9/hr + commission (this was fucking fantastic for a 15 year old).
Pros:
- Slimy people, women could suck their way to management, so it paid to be a floor manager. (Yes I was a floor manager for 2 years.)
- Paid well for a teenager (Easily pulling in $5k a month)
- Totally cool to come to work on any illegal substance you wanted.
- Didn't bring your own drugs and alcohol? No problem there's a "party van" parked outside where you can buy and do your illegal activities.
- No one gave a shit if you didn't come to work one week.
- Sex in the back room / managers office pretty much every day.
Cons:
- Fucking old people out of their retirement (this was what made me quit when I found out the whole thing was a scam)
- FTC shutting down companies bank accounts about once a year so your paycheck was a month late while the owner pulled money from his Cayman accounts
- Owner was a fucking dickhead, sleeze-ball theif.
Atleast the chicks were hot. We had the best HR manager on the planet. He was like a high end club bouncer. If you were a hot chick you were in, fat ugly bitches ... get to steppin'
Thats the only job I ever worked for someone else but it taught me to hustle and made me a wordsmith.
Pros:
- Slimy people, women could suck their way to management, so it paid to be a floor manager. (Yes I was a floor manager for 2 years.)
- Paid well for a teenager (Easily pulling in $5k a month)
- Totally cool to come to work on any illegal substance you wanted.
- Didn't bring your own drugs and alcohol? No problem there's a "party van" parked outside where you can buy and do your illegal activities.
- No one gave a shit if you didn't come to work one week.
- Sex in the back room / managers office pretty much every day.
Cons:
- Fucking old people out of their retirement (this was what made me quit when I found out the whole thing was a scam)
- FTC shutting down companies bank accounts about once a year so your paycheck was a month late while the owner pulled money from his Cayman accounts
- Owner was a fucking dickhead, sleeze-ball theif.
Atleast the chicks were hot. We had the best HR manager on the planet. He was like a high end club bouncer. If you were a hot chick you were in, fat ugly bitches ... get to steppin'
Thats the only job I ever worked for someone else but it taught me to hustle and made me a wordsmith.
Weekends - collected golf balls that the golfers hit into the canyons, avoided tons of rattle snakes and sold them their balls back @ $1 each, $30 - $50/day
Weekdays - walked to school so i could buy a 12pk of Coke and sold them for $1 each making about $10/day
Paper Route - 7 days a week, $10/day but the real money was in new subscriptions. $15 for the new subscription, plus they were added to my paper route.
I was a motha fuckin hustler.
Weekdays - walked to school so i could buy a 12pk of Coke and sold them for $1 each making about $10/day
Paper Route - 7 days a week, $10/day but the real money was in new subscriptions. $15 for the new subscription, plus they were added to my paper route.
I was a motha fuckin hustler.
Paper route when I was 12. Made like $8 a day or something around that. Since I grew up with a $2/week allowance, I didn't realize the money was bad ($2/week vs $8/day... I'm rich!)
Highlight:
Probably kept me from getting fat as it forced me to at least get up and walk for an hour a day
Downsides:
Getting up early every Saturday (therefore couldn't stay up late on Friday nights, or had to pay the consequences)
Could never go to friends' houses after school (had to get home and do the paper route before I could do anything)
Insanely hot days during the summer
Bitter cold/15 feet of snow during winter
I had it for 6 fucking years. If I had even an iota of sentience when I was younger I would have quit it, but because I had it since I was 12 I guess I felt like I was stuck doing it. And I suppose I was in a way, since I had to pay for my own dial up internet.
Highlight:
Probably kept me from getting fat as it forced me to at least get up and walk for an hour a day
Downsides:
Getting up early every Saturday (therefore couldn't stay up late on Friday nights, or had to pay the consequences)
Could never go to friends' houses after school (had to get home and do the paper route before I could do anything)
Insanely hot days during the summer
Bitter cold/15 feet of snow during winter
I had it for 6 fucking years. If I had even an iota of sentience when I was younger I would have quit it, but because I had it since I was 12 I guess I felt like I was stuck doing it. And I suppose I was in a way, since I had to pay for my own dial up internet.
I worked at my parents' veterinary practice when I was fifteen for the then minimum wage of $3.35/hr (yes, I'm old). Walking dogs, cleaning kennels, helping with treatments, cleaning syringes, vacuuming and mopping up. Cool profession if you like critters, but I was not enticed into that line of work.
Upside: All the nitrous oxide from the anesthetic machine I could suck down when nobody was looking.
Downside: Got bitten pretty bad by a dog one time, and probably knocked about twenty points off my IQ with that fucking nitrous. Fifteen is not a good age to have access to virtually unlimited NO, in my opinion.
Upside: All the nitrous oxide from the anesthetic machine I could suck down when nobody was looking.
Downside: Got bitten pretty bad by a dog one time, and probably knocked about twenty points off my IQ with that fucking nitrous. Fifteen is not a good age to have access to virtually unlimited NO, in my opinion.
When I was about 12 years old, used to live in a tourist area in Montenegro and every summer it got packed. I had the biggest collection of comic books (like 3 huge boxes) and one day, I don't even know how I came to the decision to do that, I wanted to get rid of 'em so started selling next to the beach front, on the pavement close to shopping area and the beach.
While all my friends were going to beach every morning, and having fun, I used to go up early, sit on a pavement and sling the comics. In the afternoon, I usually didn't work, but spend my money on the shit I wanted. Took me good 2 months to sell them all, but I had money to spend for arcade, ice-cream or whatever. By the month 2 I had couple friends always hanging out with me, and I even "let" them talk to customers. Many times cute little girls.
First real job was when I was in high school, 16 years old, in a local TV station. They hired me cause I was good with Amiga 500 (at the time they used that for cover graphics and some misc stuff). Earned close to nothing, but experience and excitement was enough for me. Spend so many hours there, talking and learning life lessons from people 30 years older then me.
While all my friends were going to beach every morning, and having fun, I used to go up early, sit on a pavement and sling the comics. In the afternoon, I usually didn't work, but spend my money on the shit I wanted. Took me good 2 months to sell them all, but I had money to spend for arcade, ice-cream or whatever. By the month 2 I had couple friends always hanging out with me, and I even "let" them talk to customers. Many times cute little girls.
First real job was when I was in high school, 16 years old, in a local TV station. They hired me cause I was good with Amiga 500 (at the time they used that for cover graphics and some misc stuff). Earned close to nothing, but experience and excitement was enough for me. Spend so many hours there, talking and learning life lessons from people 30 years older then me.
Hate to even think back to this but....
I worked at a retirement village, cafeteria. My manager cared about nothing but feeding the folks as fast as possible and getting back to the office where he has a Playstation set up to play Madden. (Side story: He was intense. And good. Entered one of those tourney's at the mall for like $500 gift card to win and he was playin' in the final game, up like 42-7 and he dogged the other guy so bad, cursing and all, they kicked his ass out, no reward).
Anyway, $6.50 I think, slaved away cleanin' up after old folks.
Pros: Nice people.
Cons: Occassionally, someone didn't show up for dinner. Sad, really. Tough for a 16 year old.
TL;DR: Assisted Living, $6.25, Early Life Lesson To Appreciate Time
I worked at a retirement village, cafeteria. My manager cared about nothing but feeding the folks as fast as possible and getting back to the office where he has a Playstation set up to play Madden. (Side story: He was intense. And good. Entered one of those tourney's at the mall for like $500 gift card to win and he was playin' in the final game, up like 42-7 and he dogged the other guy so bad, cursing and all, they kicked his ass out, no reward).
Anyway, $6.50 I think, slaved away cleanin' up after old folks.
Pros: Nice people.
Cons: Occassionally, someone didn't show up for dinner. Sad, really. Tough for a 16 year old.
TL;DR: Assisted Living, $6.25, Early Life Lesson To Appreciate Time
First job was a paper route when I was 12 - Sundays were horrible because the bundle of papers weighed more than I did. Then at 13 I was washing dishes in an Irish Pub for under the table money - 5 hours for $20. The hot waitresses used to sneak me hamburgers and soda though so it was a great gig. So basically I got to stare at hot bitches for 5 hours, eat burgers and drink Coke, and then they give me a $20 bill at the end? Hell yes.
I also had a football card hustle back around the same time. I had noticed that every pack of cards I opened the cards would follow a similar sequence. In other words, every pack that had Barry Sanders in it I would know before I even looked that the next card was always going to be some goofy fucking Offensive lineman for the Redskins. And every time I saw that bald ass kicker for Tampa Bay I knew that 3 cards down would be a Bo Jackson.
Well, since they had just come out with clear cellophane packaging I could read who the top and bottom cards in a pack were so I decided to make a master sequence list of the whole set so I could look at a pack without opening it and know who was in it. After about a month I was buying entire cases of cards and cherry picking the packs with the good cards to sell, then selling the rest of them as unopened - which was technically true.
It didn't take long for it to sink in that I was making far more money with my hustle than I was with my legit jobs.
I also had a football card hustle back around the same time. I had noticed that every pack of cards I opened the cards would follow a similar sequence. In other words, every pack that had Barry Sanders in it I would know before I even looked that the next card was always going to be some goofy fucking Offensive lineman for the Redskins. And every time I saw that bald ass kicker for Tampa Bay I knew that 3 cards down would be a Bo Jackson.
Well, since they had just come out with clear cellophane packaging I could read who the top and bottom cards in a pack were so I decided to make a master sequence list of the whole set so I could look at a pack without opening it and know who was in it. After about a month I was buying entire cases of cards and cherry picking the packs with the good cards to sell, then selling the rest of them as unopened - which was technically true.
It didn't take long for it to sink in that I was making far more money with my hustle than I was with my legit jobs.
Fucking paper routes.
For those of you who had paper routes back in the day, do you remember how big of a pain in the ass it was to go around once a month and try to "collect" your $7.00 monthly subscription from all of the deadbeats? I hated that part of the job the most. I have no idea why the paper just couldn't send them a bill in the mail back then. I guess the paper's thought it was fun for a kid to be out knocking on doors trying to get money from deadbeats. My buddy used to inflate the subscription price each month by a buck and put some extra coin in his pocket, until that racket was discovered and he was relieved of his route.
I took my shit seriously and did a pretty good job. Even then, wrangling a dollar tip from some of those asshats was nearly impossible. I do remember getting a $20 from some lady around Christmas time one year. That was a nice little bonus.
I had about 60 customers, if I remember right, and they were all on two of the steepest hills in town. Doing it on my bike was a damn nightmare.
Here's my top 5 list of why paper routes SUCKED!
1. Plastic bagging papers when it was going to rain.
2. Early ass Sunday morning delivery.
3. Customer complaining they didn't get their paper, so you had to go back out to take them one.
4. Deadbeat, crackhead customers who never answered their doors at collection time
5. That one old man who always wanted me to come in for cookies & milk.
For those of you who had paper routes back in the day, do you remember how big of a pain in the ass it was to go around once a month and try to "collect" your $7.00 monthly subscription from all of the deadbeats? I hated that part of the job the most. I have no idea why the paper just couldn't send them a bill in the mail back then. I guess the paper's thought it was fun for a kid to be out knocking on doors trying to get money from deadbeats. My buddy used to inflate the subscription price each month by a buck and put some extra coin in his pocket, until that racket was discovered and he was relieved of his route.
I took my shit seriously and did a pretty good job. Even then, wrangling a dollar tip from some of those asshats was nearly impossible. I do remember getting a $20 from some lady around Christmas time one year. That was a nice little bonus.
I had about 60 customers, if I remember right, and they were all on two of the steepest hills in town. Doing it on my bike was a damn nightmare.
Here's my top 5 list of why paper routes SUCKED!
1. Plastic bagging papers when it was going to rain.
2. Early ass Sunday morning delivery.
3. Customer complaining they didn't get their paper, so you had to go back out to take them one.
4. Deadbeat, crackhead customers who never answered their doors at collection time
5. That one old man who always wanted me to come in for cookies & milk.
First job was at Pizza Hut @14 making $3.15 an hr. (minimum wage at the time). Most of my money was spent on my HS sweetheart, crazy ass redheads, yum, yum, and my 71 Camaro. After that was cart boy/back up checker at Target. At least that one got me laid. Crazy native american chick saw me in the parking lot and actually called up the store to talk to me.
I was a waitress, possibly the worst waitress in the city. Got fired after I poured iced tea in this snotty woman's lap. Learned I'm not a people person.
The highlight was that I was selling fake proof of insurance to the Mexicans that worked in the kitchen. Turned that into a tidy business and never looked back.
The highlight was that I was selling fake proof of insurance to the Mexicans that worked in the kitchen. Turned that into a tidy business and never looked back.
