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Was 17 when I got my first job during the summer at Disneyland and worked at Tomorrowland Terrace. I wanted to be a Disneyland character like Mickey Mouse until I found out how hot the costumes were in the summer. They take a break every 15 minutes and wear just shorts and a t-shirt underneath. When they get out of the costume they are sweating profusely. So I decided that was not for me. Then I thought a ride operator but got stuck at Tomorrowland Terrace serving food. The perk was that since you were already in the park you could go ride the rides free after you got off work if you wanted.23
I was 17 and it was at a Taco Bell/Pizza Hut hybrid good two hour commute from home, going one way. Think about that... Four hours of traveling a day just to work at a damn Taco Bell. Definitely one of the worst jobs I ever had. I remember how much it sucked, even today.
I also worked for a call center and was a dishwasher at a seafood restaurant straight out of high school and those jobs kinda sucked, as well. Far better than fast food though, but they still only barely paid above minimum wage, themselves. I've rarely had good jobs.11
I went straight onto the USAF directly out of school, 4 days before my 19th birthday. I had enlisted in the delayed enlistment the January before I graduated.24
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My first on-going job working for someone who wasn't a family member was a paper route when I was 11. Prior to that, I did yard work (raking leaves, pulling weeds, picking up garbage, etc.) for money, but it wasn't a steady thing.
At 14, I started cleaning my dad's doctor's office once a week - windows, vacuuming, dusting, wiping down equipment, watering plants, etc. And my dad was VERY picky - if a window sill wasn't clean or a bit of dust was in a corner, I didn't get paid.
At 15, I had my first "real" job, 5-6 days a week, bussing tables at a steak house - it wasn't a Sizzler but it was similar - a busy, high-volume lower-end steak place.21
I helped friends with paper routes when I was a kid. It was hard work but we had fun and I earned a bit of money
When I was maybe 13, I started working weekends at my uncle's gas station. They were full service back then, so I pumped gas, washed their windows, checked their tires and fluid levels under the hood. I also learned how to do lube jobs and other things.
The first job I got on my own was when I was maybe 15. It was a food concession inside a grocery store. They sold hamburgers, deli salads (potato, macaroni, etc.) and frosted, cake doughnuts. I learned how to make the doughnuts. I also worked the register and cleaned.10
I was 16 at a toy store and I remember this customer who asked me who much was the doll and I asked which doll, and he pointed at me lol that was funny and embarrassing. I don't know why everybody liked me there and wanted to make me manager at 4 weeks of working there.12
House/pet sitting. I was an abnormally responsible eight yr old and popular in the neighborhood for holiday vacations. I saved and paid for everything I wanted badly in childhood. Top brand rollerblades, BMX bike, gaming systems, my first German Shepherd and some.13
I did some babysitting, which pays good money now, but didn't pay squat back then. After giving up on babysitting brats, at age 15 I set up my own little lawn mowing enterprise. I had quite a few people in the neighborhood signed up.
The business was profitable, but I had to give it up when I went to college. No time.11
I was given a summer job tidying things up in my grandparents' bookstore. I was 15 then. In order to pull books out of the shelves for customers , re-stock & organize the shelves and dust off practically everywhere, I had to climbed ladders up & down so many times a day. The mischievous neighborhood boys all gathered under me to catch glimpses of my panties whenever I climbed those ladders.10
Not really job but I'm like helping hand for my parent's business and I can do most of the things mostly of finance. I am doing it since I'm of 13 and I love my job.12
An actual job was being sous ch f in an Italian restaurant at 16
Sell employed would have been scrap metal which mainly involved climbing into commercial skips with my free time at 8, now I tend to just buy undervalued bits and pick off bits of rubbish piles & skips10
I'm 18. I just started my first job as a waitress at hooter a few months ago11
Construction. 12 years old. Mixed concrete, drove a Bobcat, did roofing work, and manual labor. Did this as a summer job working for my buddies dad for 40 hours a week, off the books, until I was 15.12
worked at a summer camp, helped in the kitchen, cleaned the bathrooms, gassed the boats, swept sidewalks, all sorts of things.
I couldn't drive at that time, but I could take the boat to get to work.10
LOL, when I was 8, I would put 5cents in the "Newspaper dispenser", then I would take all the papers out and sell them door to door... well I did it twice... got my butt whipped11
I worked at Pecos Bill's Cafe in Disney World when I was 16.
I was 9 or 10 working for the family's construction company. I was not giving a choice, you work, or else. My life was like growing up in a farming family, you get put to work at a young age.
Funny thing is I ended up being a farmer10
Babysitting. When I was like 11 my parents started making me watch my younger siblings. Then maybe a year later I started watching their friends kids as well.10
I was 18 and painted street light poles as part of a summer job. There was a crew of 6 of us (ages 18-19-20) who rode around in the back of a box truck from location to location.10
I walked dogs, 16. people think that's it's so easy to walk dogs but it isn't. The difficult part aren't the dogs, it is the owners/other people10
I babysitted too, but the first job that I got paid for was being a service staff in a salt/wellness spa10
At a grocery store called Kroger at the floral department.21
Technically I was like 13 on a farm. Driving fence posts, stringing barbwire, bucking hay, working with cattle, etc. Before that I did babysitting but I don't really count that.10
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10. Taking care of a neighbor's cat while she was on vacation. The cat was kind of crazy for the first few days and didn't eat anything the first day, so I got my friend who had a cat to come over. That crazy cat just liked her straight away. It cured me of ever wanting a cat of my own, but later on the cat seemed to like me, anyway. I still think that they're kind of strange, not bad strange but different to everything else on the planet. He was pure black and really nice to look at, but in a secretly I'm a wild animal way. I can't remember his name anymore but it was like the name of a place. Nope, not coming back.
The neighbor moved about a year later and I had this suspicion that it was because the cat was somehow involved because it acted like it really owned the place, until my mother told me that she just moved across the country for her job. It's funny, now, but I felt relieved then.
But, yeah, I got paid and complimented for being a good cat minder. If only she knew!