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Start here => What's your crime? Basic Discussion => Topic started by: Gopher Gary on May 25, 2015, 12:40:07 PM
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I was inspired by rock hound to make this thread, and he also made me think of Some_Bloke. My first job was a summer job in a crappy little amusement park, giving breaks to people who ran rides, and otherwise walking around sweeping up cigarette butts and other bits of litter. After that I worked in fast food. At the time I thought both were awesome. :2thumbsup:
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I washed dishes for a caterer when he needed extra help, my first every day of the week job was in my brothers photo store/lab when his partner was out for two months for an operation. While in college I worked in the library and started installing insulation during the summers which is what I am still doing today
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Other than a few weeks of babysitting, I didn't have a job till I was 19. I worked at a local supermarket, in the bakery and deli departments. All that luscious food around me for 8 hours at a time ... guess what I spent most of my money on. :autism:
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guess what I spent most of my money on. :autism:
I spent all my money on clothes and party supplies. :orly:
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guess what I spent most of my money on. :autism:
I spent all my money on clothes and party supplies. :orly:
Party supplies :party: or ... "party supplies"? :scotch: :stoned:
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I did car washing at a local garage as a kid, with a paper round from 13 and helped out with my dad's market stall. First 'proper' job at 16 was over the summer I left school in a local factory, capping sample tubes for hospitals, it was shit pay and on piece rates so I blistered the hell out of my fingers the first week or two until they grew callouses. Did evenings in a restaurant kitchen doing veg prep, cleaning and washing up for three years after that while I was between other jobs and studying. That was a fun job at times but fucking hard work when it was busy. The chefs were a laugh though and the gaffer used to give us free food and buy us beers in the restaurant bar when we closed up.
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guess what I spent most of my money on. :autism:
I spent all my money on clothes and party supplies. :orly:
Party supplies :party: or ... "party supplies"? :scotch: :stoned:
I plead the fifth. :zoinks:
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Mine was assembling filtration baskets for water treatment.
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Mine was $5 to draw a logo for a crappy '90's website.
My first regular job was a summer in high school where I did web design, multimedia for a course supplement, and various other graphic-y things for a university department.
I tried to get normal food-service summer jobs. Nobody wanted my autistic self.
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I sucked at economics. I did all kinds of things, because I thought someone had to do it. And I did not get paid. So, plenty of baby-sitting and voluntary stuff.
First paid thing was awesome though. Paid lousy, but did come with food, shelter and lots of mud. I was in an emergency excavation. A few years I went there for a couple of weeks. Pay? 75 guilder a week. Work, over forty hours. Experience? Awesome. And when it was hot, we'd start an hour early, and we'd end the day in the sea. Loved it.
After that, I got some receptionist telephonist jobs as a student.
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Mine was working in a Cider Mill that made apple juice, cider, vinegar. I was too young to work with machinery, so my job was to put boxes on the assembly/bottle fill lines, get stuff from the warehouse, clean cider vats, etc. I was 16 at the time. It was a summer job and it was hot stinky work for the then minimum wage of $1,65 and hour.........back in 1972.
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Paper route at 14. If that doesn't count, then washing dishes at a resort hotel at 15.
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I was a waitress at a little, but busy restaurant.
In a month, I managed to break 4 glass coffee pots, drop and break countless dishes and run into my boss while carrying a tray full of food and dump it on her.
She was really cool though, she finally called me in and just said "you know, you're not really good at this, but I don't want to fire you from your first job." I just said, " I know, can we just say I quit, because I don't want to do this ever again."
Clumsy people make bad waitresses. :laugh:
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My very first job was when I was 13, selling morning papers door to door during weekends.
My first "real" job was when I was 17. I was an electrician's apprentice and helper for six weeks during the summer. Pretty cool, actually, since he worked for the local hydroelectric power plant and I got to see all the cool stuff. At the time, Westinghouse was conducting research at the site, using scale models of various plants throughout Sweden.
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My first job was at KFC, just doing kitchen stuff at first but then they wanted me on the front counter, serving customers. I lasted two weeks before being fired because I wasn't a "people person".
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Part-time work in a library when I was 16, after volunteering at a different library over the summer. First full-time job is the one I have now!
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I guess the next question in this thread should be "what was the first job that you liked?"
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Art director for a small press publishing house. :)
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^That's a pretty cool job.
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The pay was shite, though. I couldn't live off it. It was a small company just starting up.
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I guess the next question in this thread should be "what was the first job that you liked?"
I liked my first job at the time. :dunno:
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I guess the next question in this thread should be "what was the first job that you liked?"
I liked my first job at the time. :dunno:
Fair enough. I didn't particularly like my first jobs but I liked the money.
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I guess the next question in this thread should be "what was the first job that you liked?"
I liked my first job at the time. :dunno:
Fair enough. I didn't particularly like my first jobs but I liked the money.
Yeah, money probably had something to do with that, because I didn't actually need to work and the money wasn't tied to any responsibilities. :apondering:
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I didn't particularly like my first jobs but I liked the money.
Sometimes security is sufficient to highly affect people to enjoy what they do. Once had a job didn't like even though the work was enjoyable enough, but the pay was crap, the boss was crap, and it wasn't something to be proud to say I do. Last position was enjoyable with adequate pay and sense of personal pride, but easily gave it up for one with more job security. Sometimes simply liking the work isn't enough to really like it. Current position is by far the most liked, but not only to liking the work.
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I honestly liked all of them in their own way, minus the internship (which I wasn't paid for, but I sure did get worked like an employee).
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Somewhere in all this, the memory surfaced that my first job was as a paper boy delivering newspapers to folks at 5 am. But, this was a job I could do before I turned 16. 16 is the earliest one can work in a factory or other businesses in the states. :GA:
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Somewhere in all this, the memory surfaced that my first job was as a paper boy delivering newspapers to folks at 5 am. But, this was a job I could do before I turned 16. 16 is the earliest one can work in a factory or other businesses in the states. :GA:
What makes a paper route an exception to that rule? Actually with the right forms and approvals, the age is fifteen, but yes standard is 16 and not sure what makes a paper route any different.
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Somewhere in all this, the memory surfaced that my first job was as a paper boy delivering newspapers to folks at 5 am. But, this was a job I could do before I turned 16. 16 is the earliest one can work in a factory or other businesses in the states. :GA:
What makes a paper route an exception to that rule? Actually with the right forms and approvals, the age is fifteen, but yes standard is 16 and not sure what makes a paper route any different.
This was back around 1970, so kids 12 and maybe a tad younger, if they had a bike or a parent would drive them around could do a paper route. MAybe they changed the rule or what. It's been 45 years since then. I haven't seen kids delivering papers in a very long time.
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Somewhere in all this, the memory surfaced that my first job was as a paper boy delivering newspapers to folks at 5 am. But, this was a job I could do before I turned 16. 16 is the earliest one can work in a factory or other businesses in the states. :GA:
What makes a paper route an exception to that rule? Actually with the right forms and approvals, the age is fifteen, but yes standard is 16 and not sure what makes a paper route any different.
This was back around 1970, so kids 12 and maybe a tad younger, if they had a bike or a parent would drive them around could do a paper route. MAybe they changed the rule or what. It's been 45 years since then. I haven't seen kids delivering papers in a very long time.
That makes sense.
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Somewhere in all this, the memory surfaced that my first job was as a paper boy delivering newspapers to folks at 5 am. But, this was a job I could do before I turned 16. 16 is the earliest one can work in a factory or other businesses in the states. :GA:
What makes a paper route an exception to that rule? Actually with the right forms and approvals, the age is fifteen, but yes standard is 16 and not sure what makes a paper route any different.
This was back around 1970, so kids 12 and maybe a tad younger, if they had a bike or a parent would drive them around could do a paper route. MAybe they changed the rule or what. It's been 45 years since then. I haven't seen kids delivering papers in a very long time.
fixed :P
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Pretty sure we weren't actually allowed to sell morning papers like I did when I was a kid. We never told anyone, though. :P
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The law was 13 in the UK when I was a kid, but a lot had rounds younger. I was small so couldn't pass for 13 until I hit it. So it was knocking on doors and washing cars, shovelling snow/sweeping yards etc for me. I liked being busy and wanted the money for comics and LPs. :laugh:
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They passed a bottle deposit law when I was almost 13 and I could pick up a couple dollars worth each day just walking the dog by the beach
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I forgot about bottle deposits - newky brown bottles were 5p, the ben shaws pop bottles were 10p. A popular trick was hoiking a few from the yard at the back of the shops and handing them in again for the deposits. Not that I ever did that, of course. :angel:
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I forgot about bottle deposits - newky brown bottles were 5p, the ben shaws pop bottles were 10p. A popular trick was hoiking a few from the yard at the back of the shops and handing them in again for the deposits. Not that I ever did that, of course. :angel:
:laugh:
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I was a picnic server for my first job. I served Soda, and Food...
Now I'm just an extra hand in a concession stand who runs for the orders, pours beer, and sometimes (yet rarely) make pretzels.
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I was a picnic server for my first job. I served Soda, and Food...
Now I'm just an extra hand in a concession stand who runs for the orders, pours beer, and sometimes (yet rarely) make pretzels.
Do you work at sporting events? :orly:
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I was a picnic server for my first job. I served Soda, and Food...
Now I'm just an extra hand in a concession stand who runs for the orders, pours beer, and sometimes (yet rarely) make pretzels.
Do you work at sporting events? :orly:
Yeah.... a farm team that's currently an Arizona Diamondbacks Affiliate.
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I was a picnic server for my first job. I served Soda, and Food...
Now I'm just an extra hand in a concession stand who runs for the orders, pours beer, and sometimes (yet rarely) make pretzels.
Do you work at sporting events? :orly:
Yeah.... a farm team that's currently an Arizona Diamondbacks Affiliate.
That's awesome. :thumbup:
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Worked for my father doing work in his shop - drafting, printing and at one point preparing tax returns.
First real job was as a camp counselor for a local charitable organization. Had to get a work permit because I was 13 or 14. Got to be a hero when a dog grabbed a kid's foot. He stuck it under a fence and the dog grabbed it and hung on. Everybody screaming. I got the dog to let go. Stuck a stick in his mouth.
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:viking:
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Post office, boring as hell
then I worked in a Turkish grocery store, which was less boring, but frustrating and confusing, since I recieved no training for anything, and was often given very specialized tasks, such as manning the spice-booth, knowing nothing about spices. The boss-man knew what he was doing though - cheapest labour available, and give them only a couple of months before booting (some kind of exploit where he would get away with paying less than minimum wage, for "trial periods" or something... Norwegian unions eventually had enough of him, and he pretty much fled to Turkey, where he continues his business ventures, leaving the rest of his family here (including his son, my childhood friend))
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What did you do for the post office? :orly:
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Friend of mine in high school had a post office job. It paid really well for a high school job, something like $20 US an hour.
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Friend of mine in high school had a post office job. It paid really well for a high school job, something like $20 US an hour.
Yeah, I've always heard that postal jobs are hard to come by in the US, not only because of the civil service exam but also because people don't leave them.
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I sorted mail for city centre PO boxes, which tend to be firms and companies and such
One very fun discovery I did was that I learned about city centre expansion plans years ahead, I felt like a spy. In fact, I knew about it so many years ahead, that I begun to doubt it was gonna happen, like, just another plan that never comes to be, especially because it seemed so dramatic (shut down one of the main veins into the city, and transform a whole "shabby" stretch of city into green park with shopping streets, and opening instead an impressively long tunnel right underneath the same road)
By now, the tunnel is complete, so, it took time, but they're actually sticking to the plan
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One very fun discovery I did was that I learned about city centre expansion plans years ahead, I felt like a spy.
Were you sworn to secrecy? :orly:
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One very fun discovery I did was that I learned about city centre expansion plans years ahead, I felt like a spy.
Were you sworn to secrecy? :orly:
Now that you mention it, I think so. Not necesarily an oath, with a sword touching my shoulders, but a general "remember you work with private and sensitive material" kind of deal :M
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One very fun discovery I did was that I learned about city centre expansion plans years ahead, I felt like a spy.
Were you sworn to secrecy? :orly:
Now that you mention it, I think so. Not necesarily an oath, with a sword touching my shoulders, but a general "remember you work with private and sensitive material" kind of deal :M
That counts. :thumbup:
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That's why the city-plans excited me, because it was the only place I heard anything about it, untill they begun to announce it more officially years later, and actually build
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Friend of mine in high school had a post office job. It paid really well for a high school job, something like $20 US an hour.
Yeah, I've always heard that postal jobs are hard to come by in the US, not only because of the civil service exam but also because people don't leave them.
Though they're fucking miserable jobs to have, yeah.
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Friend of mine in high school had a post office job. It paid really well for a high school job, something like $20 US an hour.
Yeah, I've always heard that postal jobs are hard to come by in the US, not only because of the civil service exam but also because people don't leave them.
Though they're fucking miserable jobs to have, yeah.
Postal jobs were cool and good jobs to have here in the Netherlands, till recently. Decent pay, decent conditions. Now it belongs to the lousy jobs. Within 10 year it changed completely.
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Thank you Gary for this thread.
My first official job was as a student at university: I was a computer lab assistant, kept the lab space clean and helped students with tech issues and questions. It was an awesome job....crazy hours all night though.
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My dad worked for a training provider.When I was around 16, I showed no sign of ever wanting to do a proper job, so he got me a job as a secretary, on some kind of youth training scheme. He emotionally blackmailed me into doing it.
I had to do a lot of phone work, and speak to suppliers. Not surprisingly, I sucked big time. I lasted a month or so. I can't remember if I got sacked, or if we just agreed that I should fuck off and never return. Leaving that job was a big relief,
I've never felt any urge to do a proper job again.
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/shrugs
A proper job is one you get paid for doing. It's funny how people sometimes try to define it as more than that.
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/shrugs
A proper job is one you get paid for doing. It's funny how people sometimes try to define it as more than that.
Yeah, some people get reverse-snobby about it and go all working-class-hero on people with
"cushy" office jobs, or careers in the arts or academia. Like the 80-year-old man (yes, 80)
who was working at my current job when I started. (Rest in peace, Henry.)
"I'm a professional dishwasher! Everything I ever learned --- school of hard knocks!
I can barely read and write!" :oldman:
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Although my current proper job at the cinema kind of sucks.
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Although my current proper job at the cinema kind of sucks.
I always thought you did that as a volunteer. :lol1:
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Although my current proper job at the cinema kind of sucks.
I always thought you did that as a volunteer. :lol1:
Well, I do, in the sense that it's not a steady job, but I get paid. The reason it sucks is that it's not at all what it used to be, and the current owners of the cinema are abusing it. :'(
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It's not a volunteer job if you're getting paid. :orly:
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It's not a volunteer job if you're getting paid. :orly:
Stop being pedantic. Nobody likes a smartass. :P
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I soldered car radiators together to earn enough for my first motorcycle.
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It's not a volunteer job if you're getting paid. :orly:
I know.
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It's not a volunteer job if you're getting paid. :orly:
I know.
How much do you get paid, enough to call it a job, or little enough to be like a roman slave?
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It's not a volunteer job if you're getting paid. :orly:
I know.
How much do you get paid, enough to call it a job, or little enough to be like a roman slave?
The latter. The hours are long, though, so the final paycheck is OK. I did 20 hours on Wednesday.
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It's not a volunteer job if you're getting paid. :orly:
I know.
Fooled me. :zoinks:
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It's not a volunteer job if you're getting paid. :orly:
I know.
Fooled me. :zoinks:
You're a gopher. What did you expect?
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It's not a volunteer job if you're getting paid. :orly:
I know.
Fooled me. :zoinks:
You're a gopher. What did you expect?
I guess I should have expected you to explain how you're a volunteer getting paid. :zoinks:
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It's been 30.5 years since I got my first job at the supermarket! Holy shit. :O_o: