Other than babysitting, my first job was at McDonalds. I only lasted 2 months. I hated it there!!!

(P.S. By "lasted" I mean that I quit after 2 months. I always had good customer service, so they were sad to see me go.)

-- Edited by Molly at 09:20, 2006-01-04

I worked for the City in the electrical department.

It was a temporary job that was supposed to last 8 weeks.

They warned me when they hired me that if I was even a minute late they would let me go.

I was 2 minutes late in week 5 and was fired moments after I walked in the door. The losers hadn't even gotten up from their coffee & donuts yet (they usually sat around and gabbed for the first 30 minutes every day before we'd head out on the trucks).

Ohhh another stripper among us!

Well, there was the obvious baby and dogsitting. Then one year in high school I worked at a Dairy Queen for a short time.

I started babysitting when I was 10.  Did all kinds of odd jobs before that.  Worked at my grandfather's car lot answering phones for a summer.  My first "real" job was at a pizza parlor when I was 16.  I worked at a pizza parlor.  Minimum wage.  I think $3.35/hour.  I worked there for about 3 years.  Made it up to shift leader & a whopping $3.85/hour. 

Yeah.  My current job pays better but it is WAY more stressful.

My first paying job was working for my father's business.  I think I was 8 or 9 at the time... he had greenhouses growing hydroponic tomatoes. My job was to sweep the greenhouses. That business didn't last long, but he kept his "company" for the rest of his life.  After he passed, I learned that I had a position on the "Board of Directors"... I think I was the Chief Financial Officer or something.

My first real job was McDonald's.  I hated that job.  When I first started working there I hated it so bad I used to have nosebleeds and the shakes when I would get ready for work.  I eventually got past that, but never really learned to like that job.

my next job was working at a custard-n-burger stand. It was alright. but one summer night I simply decided that enough was enough. it was a bright sun-shiny early eve, I wanted to be in the line ordering the ice-cream, not the one having to serve it. I knew it would tic a few people off if I left. but thats what I did. I simply had had enough. (also knew at that time that I'd ever be able to do that.)   

If you think about it, McHell is a very common first job for people, and it's very common to have young inexperienced people in supervisory positions. That adds a lot to the stress factor of just the job itself. In the two months I was there, they lost 2 of my timecards and 2 of my paychecks. I never got to leave on time. Any time I mention McHell, my mom always tells about the time she came to pick me up and I was stuck at the drive through window and the supervisor wouldn't let me leave because she was busy talking to her friend and didn't want to take over. The insomnia probably came from closing Friday night and opening Saturday morning. Man, I hated that place!!!

 

  When I was about 12 I sold Grit , then in my teens made money picking stones in the spring , baling hay in the summer and cutting cedar boughs in the fall / early winter . Made some decent cash and the farmers would always buy a keg.  My first - Uncle Sam wants your taxes -job was the Navy.

holy moly! I remember getting this boyscout magazine and the ad in back "SELL GRIT"- dave you actually sold it! I remember thinking "what the **** is GRIT and who around here would read it???" But inevitably they were plugged, every mag....