Fond Memories of Your First Job

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AdamInPlaidum

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Earlier today (or yesterday, I suppose) was my first day of work at my first non-parent-given job. I'm working part time at a Salvation Army store. Fun fact about this particular store: only me, the cashier, and the dock supervisor were being paid. The rest of the employees were from the Men's Rehabilitation Center run by the SA, working to pay for their living arrangements. That being said, all the guys there were really cool and nice to me. My job is to basically look busy for 3 hours. I stand around the floor, and if something falls, I pick it up. I also pick up after the slobs who leave lcothes laying in the dressing rooms. Every once in awhile we get a shipment of junk, which I help unload. All in all, a very easy job. However, walking around for 3 hours left me with immense pain in my feet region, and the manager blares the christian radio station over the speakers. I'm going to have to invest in a cheap portable mp3 player to keep from going nuts.

So what I wanted to know is...what kind of stuff did all you CAGers have to deal with in your first job?
 
I worked at McDonalds, nuff said. but in more detail, I tended to be the "Fry Bitch" (yes, there were names for every post). 7 hours of making french fries. Best thing about that job was that it ended.
 
Ack, bad memories of my first job! It was during my senior year of high school, I worked at Sea World on the weekends and holidays for bout 3 or so months. I basically worked the concession stands throughout the park. So I was either makin' funky looking candy cottons, burning popcorn, handing out half frozen churros, etc. I remember one time going to work for only 2 hours, which really sucked. It was min wage, $6.75 I think, and it wasn't really worth it to me. So I quit.
 
My first job was last summer working for the city on Parks and Recreation, its was the best job evar. Pretty much we would get picked up in a van and go work cleaning parks in orange vests for an hour or two, then we would get lunch break and play basketball the whole time. So I got paid for about 7 hours a day, but half of it was just playin bball and chillin at the parks. Then we even had paid trips, white water rafting was by far the best. Not only were these trips paid for, we got paid regular wages for going on them! I can never get a real job because I was so spoiled last year. I made enough money to make my sweet computer for HL2 (which was supposedly coming out in a few months when I made the computer.) I really do need another job though, this site has made me buy so many games it hurts.
 
[quote name='Sway']Ack, bad memories of my first job! It was during my senior year of high school, I worked at Sea World on the weekends and holidays for bout 3 or so months. I basically worked the concession stands throughout the park. So I was either makin' funky looking candy cottons, burning popcorn, handing out half frozen churros, etc. I remember one time going to work for only 2 hours, which really sucked. It was min wage, $6.75 I think, and it wasn't really worth it to me. So I quit.[/quote]

$6.75 is well over minimum wage. I actually have no idea how much I'm being paid. They never bothered to tell me, and since I'm new, I don't want to be too pushy about anything. I think I'll just go ahead and wait until I get my check to find out. Not that I know when I get my check. >.
 
[quote name='AdamInPlaidum'][quote name='Sway']Ack, bad memories of my first job! It was during my senior year of high school, I worked at Sea World on the weekends and holidays for bout 3 or so months. I basically worked the concession stands throughout the park. So I was either makin' funky looking candy cottons, burning popcorn, handing out half frozen churros, etc. I remember one time going to work for only 2 hours, which really sucked. It was min wage, $6.75 I think, and it wasn't really worth it to me. So I quit.[/quote]

$6.75 is well over minimum wage. I actually have no idea how much I'm being paid. They never bothered to tell me, and since I'm new, I don't want to be too pushy about anything. I think I'll just go ahead and wait until I get my check to find out. Not that I know when I get my check. >.
 
[quote name='coolcps'][quote name='AdamInPlaidum'][quote name='Sway']Ack, bad memories of my first job! It was during my senior year of high school, I worked at Sea World on the weekends and holidays for bout 3 or so months. I basically worked the concession stands throughout the park. So I was either makin' funky looking candy cottons, burning popcorn, handing out half frozen churros, etc. I remember one time going to work for only 2 hours, which really sucked. It was min wage, $6.75 I think, and it wasn't really worth it to me. So I quit.[/quote]

$6.75 is well over minimum wage. I actually have no idea how much I'm being paid. They never bothered to tell me, and since I'm new, I don't want to be too pushy about anything. I think I'll just go ahead and wait until I get my check to find out. Not that I know when I get my check. >.
 
[quote name='AdamInPlaidum'][quote name='coolcps'][quote name='AdamInPlaidum'][quote name='Sway']Ack, bad memories of my first job! It was during my senior year of high school, I worked at Sea World on the weekends and holidays for bout 3 or so months. I basically worked the concession stands throughout the park. So I was either makin' funky looking candy cottons, burning popcorn, handing out half frozen churros, etc. I remember one time going to work for only 2 hours, which really sucked. It was min wage, $6.75 I think, and it wasn't really worth it to me. So I quit.[/quote]

$6.75 is well over minimum wage. I actually have no idea how much I'm being paid. They never bothered to tell me, and since I'm new, I don't want to be too pushy about anything. I think I'll just go ahead and wait until I get my check to find out. Not that I know when I get my check. >.
 
Hmmm, does babysitting count? (For other people's sons) I remember my first experience.

It was actually surprisingly OK. I babysat two boys, they were 3 and 8 (at the time, it's now almost two years later). The older one loved video games so I got to play. When it was time for them to go to bed though the 3 year old gave me a hell of a time, he ran around screaming, refusing to go to bed, throwing things, but eventually ended up in bed. But all in all it was alright. :)
 
How about house sitting? I used to house sit for all the old people in my neighborhood when I was a teenager. Getting paid to sleep over at other peoples' houses, watch their cable TV, and play video games was fun. I would also clean their house for them while they were gone, but since I usually would get hired for a week at a time, I would only have to clean the house once, feed their pets daily and the rest of the time was mine!
 
Not counting babysitting, which is how I supported myself through highschool, my first job was to be a "nintendo rep" at TRU. This was a christmas job at the height of the 16 bit wars. Basically, Nintendo paid TRU to pay me, and I got an embroidered Mario smock instead of the normal blue smock. I also had this carboard mario cut out stand, which had all these compartments in the back full of stickers and other freebies for me to hand out as well as huge tomes of maps and game tips so I could help the kiddies. Most importantly, I had the keys to the SNES demo and the authority to put any game in the store in it. I was not allowed to help customers who didn't want games (since I worked for nintendo technically) and I was to trash Sega whenever possible. Mostly I thrashed kids at SFII on the demo and played a lot of hockey against the Sega rep.
 
I was a dishwasher at Ponderosa, worst job I ever had. I remember one time I had to dump out the fry oil. Now this stuff was dumped into this huge pan, and the bin to dump it was about at chest level. I had to heave it up there, and it backsplashed all over me. So for the rest of the day I had the pleasure of feeling extremely greasy, and smelling like fish. I quit shortly after that.
 
The local supermarket was the location of my first job. First as a bag boy, then a cashier, then in the deli and finally in the meat department.
Man I saw things working in the deli and meat dept. that nearly drove me to turn into a vegetarian. The only advice I will give is don't eat that pink ham salad that you see in your deli window. I'll spare you all the details.
BTW, minimum wage was $3.35 when I started working there.
 
Technically, my first job was a paper route. Hated it. At the time I was barely 120 lbs. soaking wet and couldn't carry all of those newspapers in that shoulder bag at once. WAY too heavy. It felt like my bones were going to crumble from the pressure. That lasted about a week.

Then there was the door to door candy salesman job. Lasted one day.

Finally, my first food service job, was at the Weinershnitzel(sp?) in Sunnyvale, C.A. It was owned by this arabic family who didn't seem to know what to do with me. (I'm not even sure why they hired me.) All I remember is that I was too young to cook anything and too new to ring people up. So the assholes made me sweep the leaves in the parking lot. Twice. I was so pissed when the manager came out and said, "you haven't done a good job, do it again." I finished sweeping the parking lot and went back inside. Then they sent me home early because it was slow. Two days later I went on vacation to Puerto Rico. I didn't even tell them I'd quit nor did I pick up my $12 dollar check (minimum wage back then was $4.25/hr).
 
Only three hours on your feet and you are complaining!!! Try 8 hours of walking around a bar, with music blasting, and not being allowd to drink!
 
My first job was as a "specialist" at at JCC summer camp near my house, teaching those little brats Taekwondo. I swear someone designed this particular summer camp as a sort of daily prison for spoiled children. Not to mention that the people that ran the JCC at that time TRIED TO RIP ME OFF.

Here's the story.

The room in which I taught had those retractable fiberglass walls dividing it into three sections. One day, we had to take the morning clasees outside since the higher-ups needed the room for what I guess had to be demonic rituals. When I came back from lunch, there waiting for me was this bitch of a boss, arms folded and obviously pissed.

I inquired as to what was the matter, and she pointed to a gash in the folding wall, roughly 1.5 feet off the ground. Apparently, though this gash appeared while I was outside, and was obviously caused by something pointy (it looked similar to when a taut piece of cloth is slashed with a knife--pointy on both ends and thin through the middle), I was at fault. Apparently, since I know martial arts, I have the ability to 1) get in and out of that room unseen while simultaneously teaching a class [kage bunshin no jutsu!] and 2) kick a slash in a fiberglass wall that has a good amount of play to absorb blunt contact.

I have knives for toenails, you know.

This argument went back and forth for a couple of hours [they wanted to dock me my whole summer's pay], my fellow teacher and myself left for the day, and the sa bum nim at my school took up the argument for us. It took over a day to get those bastards to fess up that they had damaged the wall themselves while moving tables in and out.

Damn, eight years later and it still pisses me off.
 
My first job was at a roller-skating rink. Worked there for three years and it was awesome. I started out helping set up the parties for little kids and working the concession stand, which sucked. After a while I was one of the "floor guards" though and got paid to skate around. Best job I ever had, though it didn't pay shit.
 
I was working at Wendy's in front of the Cleveland Heights High School. The managers there were either incompentent or corrupt because the place closed down and opened up under new management. I only worked there 2 months. Later on, I worked at Baskin Robbins which was better because you didnt smell like grease all the time.
 
My first "official" job (besides some paper route stuff when I was a kid) was when I went away with some friends and worked at Cedar Point for a summer. I was a Locker Attendent, or as some of my co-workers referred to me, Locker Boy. I dealt with the lockers at the front of the park, the ones you put the quarters in, turn the key and take it with you. I helped people with stuck lockers, replaced broken locks and lost keys, etc. My friends all worked in Food Services and were jealous, considering I didn't really do all that much. According to them, I probably had the "easiest job in the whole park". For the most part, they were probably right. I actually liked working there. I had a good time and got a lot of good stories from that place.
 
I was 15 when I got my first job. A guy I knew used to pimp me out to wealthy old women in the Hamptons. It was a nasty job but I made good bucks. The only fond memory was the money
 
At age 14 I went to work for Tom Thumb (Grocery Store) as a Package Clerk (bagger.) I made $3.35 an hour plus tips. I used every penny to buy Genesis games and GI Joe action figures. I thought that $60 a week was the coolest thing on earth. My fondest memories were of getting to try all the gourmet foods that the store sold, when taking my breaks. It really expanded my tastes.

What's funny, is I now work for the company that owns Tom Thumb, and many of the same people that worked at that store still do. I now run the entire Texas Division's Retail Services Office. Talk about working your way up. I make 16X the pay I once did. Yet, I still have to deal with sh*t, but at least it's not off the store's restroom floor anymore.
 
[quote name='snotknocker']I was 15 when I got my first job. A guy I knew used to pimp me out to wealthy old women in the Hamptons. It was a nasty job but I made good bucks. The only fond memory was the money[/quote]

Was your pimp the Mad Hatter? Was one of the women at the Hamptons the Queen of Hearts? Did she scream at you "Off with Snotknockers head!!!' and you were running around then you woke up and relized it was all a dream?
 
I have shitty memories of my first job. I worked in a factory packing kleenex into boxes... It sucked. It was like 100 degrees in there every day.
 
[quote name='"SneakyPenguin"']I worked at McDonalds, nuff said. but in more detail, I tended to be the "Fry Bitch" (yes, there were names for every post). 7 hours of making french fries. Best thing about that job was that it ended.[/quote]

I worked there as well. I usually got stuck on fries or cleaning up the lobby area. Fries was the worst...especially when a football game ended and the buses started rolling into the parking lot and things got really crazy.
 
First day on my first job some kid left a "lincoln log" in an isle at TRU. Myself and the floor person who was tutoring me passed by it right after closing.

We both "overlooked" the item.
 
I worked at a best buy as a cashier made like 7.25 it was cool at first but got shitty pretty fast. There were some cool people and cute co workers though.
 
[quote name='Admiral Ackbar']First day on my first job some kid left a "lincoln log" in an isle at TRU. Myself and the floor person who was tutoring me passed by it right after closing.

We both "overlooked" the item.[/quote]

:puke:
 
Good memories: "working in the beer cooler" which translates to lots of goofing off, gameboy, and homework getting done on the clock, working with friends.

Bad memories: dick managers, bad pay (3 years + 2 "raises"= 6 bucks)
 
[quote name='Admiral Ackbar']First day on my first job some kid left a "lincoln log" in an isle at TRU. Myself and the floor person who was tutoring me passed by it right after closing.

We both "overlooked" the item.[/quote]

lucky, I had to clean up a "lincoln log" before, and another time a friend of mine had to follow this old guy around with a mop cuz the guy peed his pants, but was so old we felt bad telling him.
 
[quote name='Xevious'][quote name='snotknocker']I was 15 when I got my first job. A guy I knew used to pimp me out to wealthy old women in the Hamptons. It was a nasty job but I made good bucks. The only fond memory was the money[/quote]

Was your pimp the Mad Hatter? Was one of the women at the Hamptons the Queen of Hearts? Did she scream at you "Off with Snotknockers head!!!' and you were running around then you woke up and relized it was all a dream?[/quote]

My pimp's name was Tyrone. No one was called the Queen of hearts. The only thing they screamed was was more! more! - faster! harder! or don't stop. my motto was "double bag it, before you tag it"
 
My first job was 12 working as a Caddy at a very expensive golf course in ohio. It was bitch lugging bags around all day, but nothing makes you grow up more than being in a caddy shack chatting about bitches, sex, and booze all day. Used to bring in some mad ends though from the rich bastards, especially round tournament time. I worked for one guy for a weekend golf tournament and banked about $320 in tips for 2 days worth of work, he won the tourney too.
 
Well one of my first jobs was at K-Mart while I was at high school and college...Since I was the only guy there I had free picks of the ladies......Slept with four people there, two of them twins....Ahhh fond memories...

Bad memories...Some GED manager taking his job way too seriously personally insulting his workers.....

Also, some incontinent man let loose in the pharmacy department.....
 
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