My first job was at a local "hardware" store that was taken over by Ace.
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Yourfirst job....I can't believe this place is still around...
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Worst: Night time janitor, and mover. The janitor just plain sucked and I got paid horribly, the movers job had really long hours and I had to bust my ass because everybody else was lazy but at least it paid well.
Worst: Night time janitor, and mover. The janitor just plain sucked and I got paid horribly, the movers job had really long hours and I had to bust my ass because everybody else was lazy but at least it paid well.
*Until I was 12, I mowed grass, raked leaves, picked up crabapples, shovelled snow and any other odd job I could earn a buck doing.
*From 12 until 15 & 8 months(when I could finally get a worker's permit), I delivered the Washington Post to 135 of my neighbors before school every single bloody day no matter what the weather.
*From 15 & 8 months until 17 & 8 months, I worked as a cook at Roy Rogers for $3.35/hr. I was drunk and stoned every single day. I would steal liquor from my dad's bar and my buds and I would mix it into our free employee drinks until hammered. The chicken cook was an Afghani guy named Jamil who smoked Camel unfiltereds and always kept an egg-sized ball of hashish wrapped in his pocket. I would always take my cigarette breaks with him because he would roll me out a skinny snake of hashish and we would each then reroll a cigarette with the hashish running end to end and covered up with black turkish tobacco. He taught me how to smoke tobacco with hashish and how to roll a proper doob.
*From 17 & 8 months until freshman year at George Mason U., I worked at K-Mart in Automotive/Sporting Goods for $4.25/hr. Again, I was drunk and high every single day. Back then, VA K-Marts carried beer, wine and wine coolers so my buds and I would "borrow" alcohol each day and lock it into the big lockable toolboxes stored with the tires in a storeroom above the automotive area. We each kept a key to the toolbox on our personal keyrings and would go up there during our breaks, chug like fish and take hits off the sneak-a-toke or aquapipe. We even devised our own "clock codes" for announcing secret things on the overhead that management couldn't recognize. We had one code for "manager's coming-beware", one for "meet at the toolbox for 420", one for "meet at the 2nd level 1-way security mirror to oogle hotties" and one for "alcohol now replenished in toolbox".
I really don't know how I survived my teenage years.
*From 12 until 15 & 8 months(when I could finally get a worker's permit), I delivered the Washington Post to 135 of my neighbors before school every single bloody day no matter what the weather.
*From 15 & 8 months until 17 & 8 months, I worked as a cook at Roy Rogers for $3.35/hr. I was drunk and stoned every single day. I would steal liquor from my dad's bar and my buds and I would mix it into our free employee drinks until hammered. The chicken cook was an Afghani guy named Jamil who smoked Camel unfiltereds and always kept an egg-sized ball of hashish wrapped in his pocket. I would always take my cigarette breaks with him because he would roll me out a skinny snake of hashish and we would each then reroll a cigarette with the hashish running end to end and covered up with black turkish tobacco. He taught me how to smoke tobacco with hashish and how to roll a proper doob.
*From 17 & 8 months until freshman year at George Mason U., I worked at K-Mart in Automotive/Sporting Goods for $4.25/hr. Again, I was drunk and high every single day. Back then, VA K-Marts carried beer, wine and wine coolers so my buds and I would "borrow" alcohol each day and lock it into the big lockable toolboxes stored with the tires in a storeroom above the automotive area. We each kept a key to the toolbox on our personal keyrings and would go up there during our breaks, chug like fish and take hits off the sneak-a-toke or aquapipe. We even devised our own "clock codes" for announcing secret things on the overhead that management couldn't recognize. We had one code for "manager's coming-beware", one for "meet at the toolbox for 420", one for "meet at the 2nd level 1-way security mirror to oogle hotties" and one for "alcohol now replenished in toolbox".
I really don't know how I survived my teenage years.
I also worked at a greenhouse early in my career. But, my experience was the opposite of yours. The dude who owned it always paid us in cash, dealt illegal fireworks out of his house, dedicated one greenhouse in the back for growing pot, and had an illegal alien from Canada as the general manager. That job was a freaking blast when I was a kid. Until I arrived at work one day, and noticed a long line of customers at the checkout but no other employees were around. I sold stuff for awhile until another dude I worked with arrived and told me the owner and the manager dude had skipped town that morning. We closed the store for the day, and the following day the place was shut down for good by the authorities. I never saw the owner again. I just wish we had emptied the cash registers before we left.
I'd have to say the best job I've had was serving lunch at the dining center my sophmore year of college. I'd get stoned everyday and slop double portions of whatever we were serving to kids, and eat whatever I could get my hands on when the bosses weren't watching. I eventually was fired by a student manager for eating tortilla chips while I was out on the floor managing the taco stand.
Another good one was checking insect traps in orchards one summer. My bosses gave me a pickup & a 4wheeler, a bunch of maps and sent me off into the orchards to ride around and scrap bugs out of traps. I ate more fruit than is probably healthy, and would smoke out my truck between orchards. I rolled that 4wheeler twice over the summer, and was making close to 1,000$ a week.
The worst job I've ever had is probably when I spent a summer working for a pea and lentil breeding program run by the USDA. My bosses were power hungry state employee's who wanted to take credit for everything and do nothing. They worked us during the hottest parts of the days, and spread chemical poison to kill any rodents around. We had to weed the plots constantly so they looked good in case the higher-ups came by. Not to mention harvesting pea's in a greenhouse innoculated with powdery mildew. That nastiness was everywhere and on everything.
Another good one was checking insect traps in orchards one summer. My bosses gave me a pickup & a 4wheeler, a bunch of maps and sent me off into the orchards to ride around and scrap bugs out of traps. I ate more fruit than is probably healthy, and would smoke out my truck between orchards. I rolled that 4wheeler twice over the summer, and was making close to 1,000$ a week.
The worst job I've ever had is probably when I spent a summer working for a pea and lentil breeding program run by the USDA. My bosses were power hungry state employee's who wanted to take credit for everything and do nothing. They worked us during the hottest parts of the days, and spread chemical poison to kill any rodents around. We had to weed the plots constantly so they looked good in case the higher-ups came by. Not to mention harvesting pea's in a greenhouse innoculated with powdery mildew. That nastiness was everywhere and on everything.
For some reason that reminds me of when I locked myself in a bear trap for 8 hours.
lthumbsdown: I don't recommend it.best: snowboard instructor. get to ride for free, a few of the other instructors are some of my best friends, pay is decent if you teach often, it's not necessarily easy, but it isn't that difficult either.
worst: i've never really had a "bad" job so i can't complain.
worst: i've never really had a "bad" job so i can't complain.
By none I meant I've never had a good job really, they have all been pretty crummy. I prefer working to not working. I suspect my internship coming up in California will soon take over the best job space which is currently unclaimed.
first: delivering papers @ age 10
best: ask me in 6 years. the summer before last wasn't bad tho: got paid to do some pretty interesting research ( the first result is meeeee
http://scholar.google.com/scholar?q=clark+sheehan+characterizing+normal+heart&hl=en&lr=&c2coff=1&btnG=Search )
worst: IT Director for a hotel group ( http://ghhg.com/ ). traveled constantly, and worked for unpleasant businesspeople
best: ask me in 6 years. the summer before last wasn't bad tho: got paid to do some pretty interesting research ( the first result is meeeee
http://scholar.google.com/scholar?q=clark+sheehan+characterizing+normal+heart&hl=en&lr=&c2coff=1&btnG=Search )worst: IT Director for a hotel group ( http://ghhg.com/ ). traveled constantly, and worked for unpleasant businesspeople
Yeah, my first 'job' was a paper route. had a nice easy one too. like 20 houses, but a little 'far' from my house. I traded with a guy I went to school with for one that was in my 'hood. 50 houses. A six mile route. I got shafted on that one. Even had to deliver to a bar, that was open at 6AM! Only in Wisconsin.
One highlight was the big jump into the Doctors office parking lot. Between the Milwaukee Tools place and Milhaupt's bike shop; on Appleton ST, was a four foot gravel pile that I could get huge air from. The landing was blind. I think I even jumped on a car hood once. Every once in a while there would be flourescent light bulbs sticking out of the trash there. I'd throw them like javelins' into the parking lot.
That paper route sucked HARD! Especially when it was winter up there. Trying to ride a bike in -10 degree weather just sucks. That and I just didn't want to get up at 5 AM to deliver the damn things anyway. I had one guy that would always call the 'office'if his paper wasn't there at 6 am. 6:01, he'd call. Dick.
Second job wasn't much better. Worked at a Hardee's for about six months. Had to do the 4 o'clock turn. That means mopping the whole kitchen, scrubbing the grill, and taking out the trash. B.S.!!!
I actually got hit by a car on my bike going to the interview for that sh!t job. Guy turned left on me and hit my rear wheel. I went about 20 feet over the bars. When I hit the pavement, my glasses flew off and I did a couple of barrel rolls. The first thing I did was grab my glasses (in mid-flight) and cuss the guy out.
AFter that I got a job at a grocery store. That was really cool. Unload the truck and steal cartons of cig's and beer. It's nice to have a hookup when you're 16. We used to 'break' a bottle out of a six of Corronas' so the store couldn't sell them...I'd put a few in the sleeves of my coat and ride home. I'd open them on the way with my teeth (don't do that), I still have a scar on my right incissor. I'd be half trashed when I got home. Riding in the snow, trying to do donuts in a parking lot...those were the days.
All for $4 an hour.
To be young again...
I really miss 'room spins' That used to rock me to sleep back then.
One highlight was the big jump into the Doctors office parking lot. Between the Milwaukee Tools place and Milhaupt's bike shop; on Appleton ST, was a four foot gravel pile that I could get huge air from. The landing was blind. I think I even jumped on a car hood once. Every once in a while there would be flourescent light bulbs sticking out of the trash there. I'd throw them like javelins' into the parking lot.
That paper route sucked HARD! Especially when it was winter up there. Trying to ride a bike in -10 degree weather just sucks. That and I just didn't want to get up at 5 AM to deliver the damn things anyway. I had one guy that would always call the 'office'if his paper wasn't there at 6 am. 6:01, he'd call. Dick.
Second job wasn't much better. Worked at a Hardee's for about six months. Had to do the 4 o'clock turn. That means mopping the whole kitchen, scrubbing the grill, and taking out the trash. B.S.!!!
I actually got hit by a car on my bike going to the interview for that sh!t job. Guy turned left on me and hit my rear wheel. I went about 20 feet over the bars. When I hit the pavement, my glasses flew off and I did a couple of barrel rolls. The first thing I did was grab my glasses (in mid-flight) and cuss the guy out.
AFter that I got a job at a grocery store. That was really cool. Unload the truck and steal cartons of cig's and beer. It's nice to have a hookup when you're 16. We used to 'break' a bottle out of a six of Corronas' so the store couldn't sell them...I'd put a few in the sleeves of my coat and ride home. I'd open them on the way with my teeth (don't do that), I still have a scar on my right incissor. I'd be half trashed when I got home. Riding in the snow, trying to do donuts in a parking lot...those were the days.
All for $4 an hour.
To be young again...
I really miss 'room spins' That used to rock me to sleep back then.