Your first job

K-Mart on the remodeling crew.  There were a bunch of us.  We set up a track in the back of the warehouse and used to have races on the pallet jacks.  One person steering one person driving.  Then I upgraded to 4 bucks an hour cash working for  my friends father contracting.  I had a paper route when I was real young.  I think I used to make 35 dollars per week, that included the tips.

Worked 15 minutes at a local supermarket as a bagger at 15 years old. They told me I had to shave my sparse "chick magnet" moustache off, before reporting for my next scheduled work day. I handed the brown craft paper bag I was holding to my superior, spitted the words, "I'm done", and proceeded to the phone to call my mom to come get me. Needless to say, she was thrilled. NOT! It would have been nice if they communicated their policy during my interview, but obviously this didn't happen.

Jon951 wrote

Worked 15 minutes at a local supermarket as a bagger at 15 years old. They told me I had to shave my sparse "chick magnet" moustache off, before reporting for my next scheduled work day. I handed the brown craft paper bag I was holding to my superior, spitted the words, "I'm done", and proceeded to the phone to call my mom to come get me. Needless to say, she was thrilled. NOT! It would have been nice if they communicated their policy during my interview, but obviously this didn't happen.

Great story!

So... were you actually scoring the chicks with the stashe?

Jon+new forum=pornstache!

Harvey wrote

Jon951 wrote

Worked 15 minutes at a local supermarket as a bagger at 15 years old. They told me I had to shave my sparse "chick magnet" moustache off, before reporting for my next scheduled work day. I handed the brown craft paper bag I was holding to my superior, spitted the words, "I'm done", and proceeded to the phone to call my mom to come get me. Needless to say, she was thrilled. NOT! It would have been nice if they communicated their policy during my interview, but obviously this didn't happen.

Great story!

So... were you actually scoring the chicks with the stashe?

Can't tell a lie in fear of getting a bag of coal next XMAS....no, but scored chicks once it filled in later in life, lol.

JTG4eva! wrote

Jon+new forum=pornstache!

HA!

Second job...also short lived:


With a few of my friends working in a local home improvement store, I converged on the scene seeking a job as a clerk in the hardware department. One thing led to the other and I wound up a cashier in the main checkout area. I figured I'd deal with the cashier gig until an opening somewhere else opened, while maintaining my dream of making it into the hardware department. A week or so in, some jackass came to check out with a rolling cart full of Owens Corning pink fiberglass insulation..piles of it. I checked him out, and as he crossed the threshold of the door, security grabbed him and brought him back into my area. As I wondered where this was going, they lifted a bundle and I saw a few boxes of staples...you know..those conventional staples packaged in a box approx. 3"x4" by 3/8 of an inch thick. They turned to me and said, "whos this guy?" Not knowing the man I replied, "I have no idea". Security then uttered the words, "oh come on, this is your uncle or someone in your family". With my manager now on the scene, I replied, "Don't know the man", at which time I was whisked off my post and shown the door. True story.

Back on phone just like the last time.."mom, come get me". Mom showed up a I stood in the parking lot. She looked at me cross eyed and said, "I'm starting to think maybe it's you. You have to be kidding me".
Didn't say it, but was thinking, f this place.

The good news is the rest of my pre-real career went well. So well, I ended up working in the tool and lawn and garden departments of the Sears in my town for a few years without incident. Life is crazy sometimes.


Oh..for Harvey and other Jersey folks...Rickels on Rt 17 in Paramus.

I was a bagger as well while in HS. I made it a year but had no stache. I did tackle a guy in the parking lot for stealing a ham  

I saw a woman shoplifter running across the lot after exiting the Home Depot a few years back. She was tackled after a short run in her flip flops. Moral of story....if your gonna be shady and shoplift, wear sneakers if planned escape is on foot. Needless to say, she uttered many choice words was she got back up from the tackle, bloody and pissed off.


Oh, for you Jersey folks....

I was in the middle of an armed robbery at Two Guys in Lodi the week before XMAS when I was 17 years old and worked there for a period of employment. Lucky I'm alive, cause I was in the melee of the whole incident. Lucky me.

9th grade, turkey farm for $1/hr cold cash - I lasted a full hour catching turkeys and stuffing 6 to a cage, 3 tiers high on a trailer before breaking ones neck and having to do a mercy kill... the hour was twice as long as my buddy lasted in the gutting and cleaning room, lol. never did collect that dollar.

We moved to Toms River NJ and I jumped from 3 different places on the same intersection of Rt 37 throughout the rest of high school and college -  Dunkin Donuts porter and part time cook (Off of our floor and into your door!), Retail Clothing Outlet stock boy and security (funny how light bulbs always needed changing whenever beach hotties were in the dressing rooms) , and landscape laborer for installation of plantings and shoveling tons of stone "yards" in retirement communities in Ocean County (one way to get buff and tan)

First real job gopher at a florist worked just Easter week in HS .
SoldDoor to door. for rFuller Brush tough gig made serious coin in senior yr summer b4 college but also bagged and delivered and got stuck and stuck badly in a housing project cuz you got paid when u delivered

Sob's gave me beaucoup orders then stuck me on delivery had to eat dome of the loss BUT LEARNED BABY ...
EFF THIS CHIT

THE other 3 college summers I spent  driving dump trucks or big  pipe hauling stake racks Cab over engine WHITE MFG rigs on construction .  We were putting in main line and lateral water lines on new new homes did well coin wise. Always made enough coin didn't have to work at all during college academic year .

My college summer jobs, in addition to the restaurant work, were shoe salesman at Sears (no, hot babes with killer legs didnt buy shoes at Sears, unfortunately) and landscape work (mostly mowing/trimming/blowing).

Started with a paper route in Jr High and some caddying at the local fancy CC.  That was cool as I got to play free golf on Mondays.

Had a summer job at my Dads company helping the repair guy out on service calls then bus boy and line cook at Bob Evans thru all HS.  In college I worked at a ski shop fall and winter and outdoor store in summer.

My son just started his first job a couple weeks ago at A&W

JTG4eva! wrote

My college summer jobs, in addition to the restaurant work, were shoe salesman at Sears (no, hot babes with killer legs didnt buy shoes at Sears, unfortunately) and landscape work (mostly mowing/trimming/blowing).

No hot chicks at sears buying tools and tractors, but lots of angry guys with broken breaker bars and ax/maul handles telling my boss then broke them by hand (B-bars after application of 8' pipes to increase force), and didn't miss (ax/mauls), lol

Z wrote

My son just started his first job a couple weeks ago at A&W

Let me know when he sees the boss

First real job was when I was 15 and I baked and made bagels.  I used to have to get there at 4:30 in the a.m.  I had done snow shoveling etc when I was younger.

I also worked in a few other food establishments and delivered pizzas while in High School and college.

My kids did the snow shoveling thing..turned out to be a lucrative venture in my area. Peeps wanted to be able to get out of their driveways and get to work in the morning. Also others wanted access for emergency vehicle if need be.

My first job was cutting lawns. I ended up doing about 5 lawns from ages 12 to 18 until I left for college. I also cleaned gutters, trimmed bushes, put down fertilizer, and spring/fall cleanups. The owner of one of the lawns had a construction business. He would periodically hire me to help him on weekends when he was pouring concrete driveways, floors, and patios. I used to walk thru the concrete to move it around and use a float to even it out.

My first job that paid by check was at a Burger King. I was doing fine until I switched shifts with a guy going to a Dead concert. He never covered my shift so I got fired. Never trust a Dead Head.

During college, I worked in the cafeteria keeping the milk dispensers filled. You had to lift the 6 gallon containers and shove them into a dispenser that was chest high. They weighed 50-60 pounds. I got this job because I was tall enough and strong enough to handle the lifting and maneuvering of the milk. There were about 20 dispensers. I also helped move heavy food packages around the kitchen. This job allowed me to hang out with my friends while I was working. One time, a 5 foot, hundred pound girl who had the crap job of clearing the trays started complaining to the manager that I did nothing and she wanted to have the milk job. He smiled and said to go right ahead. He took her to the milk refrigerator (some of the milk containers were on a shelf that was 6 feet high) and asked her to put one of the 6 gallon containers onto the trolley and bring it to a dispenser that was empty. She some how wrestled a container from the lower shelf and got it onto the trolley. When we got it to the dispenser, he told her what to do. She lifted the container about 6 inches off the trolley and that was as high as she could lift it. I was laughing at her the whole time, as was the entire kitchen staff. Then she watched me do it and said to the manager, sorry to waste your time and then she looked at me and said Fuck You, you big ape. Even students waiting in line were laughing. Eventually she realized how silly she looked. I had that job for 4 years.

x10003q wrote

 

During college, I worked in the cafeteria keeping the milk dispensers filled. You had to lift the 6 gallon containers and shove them into a dispenser that was chest high. They weighed 50-60 pounds. I got this job because I was tall enough and strong enough to handle the lifting and maneuvering of the milk. There were about 20 dispensers. I also helped move heavy food packages around the kitchen. This job allowed me to hang out with my friends while I was working. One time, a 5 foot, hundred pound girl who had the crap job of clearing the trays started complaining to the manager that I did nothing and she wanted to have the milk job. He smiled and said to go right ahead. He took her to the milk refrigerator (some of the milk containers were on a shelf that was 6 feet high) and asked her to put one of the 6 gallon containers onto the trolley and bring it to a dispenser that was empty. She some how wrestled a container from the lower shelf and got it onto the trolley. When we got it to the dispenser, he told her what to do. She lifted the container about 6 inches off the trolley and that was as high as she could lift it. I was laughing at her the whole time, as was the entire kitchen staff. Then she watched me do it and said to the manager, sorry to waste your time and then she looked at me and said Fuck You, you big ape. Even students waiting in line were laughing. Eventually she realized how silly she looked. I had that job for 4 years.

I am  food service director at a college..we used to have these milk dispensers. every week someone would drop one of the 6 gallon bags. the mess was unreal...we now use 1.5 gallon bags..
great story