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Dog poo. I win World's Worst First Job.
Dog poo. I win World's Worst First Job.
SCOTRACE said:Dog poo. I win World's Worst First Job.
PADDY said:While I was in my late teens, during the holidays/vacations I worked as an infantry soldier specialising in CRW (Counter Revolutionary Warfare..or counter terrorism!).
Big Man said:My first "pay check" job was in high school driving a school bus. Yes, 16 year-olds used to drive school buses! It was a great job that taught me responsibility that has benefited me to today.
Big Man said:My first "pay check" job was in high school driving a school bus. Yes, 16 year-olds used to drive school buses! It was a great job that taught me responsibility that has benefited me to today.
Rosie said:Wow! That is so amazing.
I was about 20 when I began teaching. When spring came, I organized my first class trip, an outing to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. There was me, my teacher's assistant and 27 students (5 were not allowed to come because they were very, very, very bad) anyway, I was still living at home at the time and the morning of the trip my dad asks me, "Cornygal, you're going on a trip, by yourself.......with people's CHILDREN!? They're gonna let you do that? They know how old you are?" lol Admittedly at the time, I thought my dad was calling me immature but my mom reassured me, it wasn't that he thought I was not responsible but to him, I was a kid, a baby and in particular HIS baby. He just found it kind of hard to think of me, a kid taking a bunch of other kids anywhere.
LizzieMaine said:I went broke, got sick of living on rejected sausages, and came back to Maine --- where I got my first "real grown up job" doing just about everything one could do at a little 250 watt radio station -- which led to nearly fifteen years in radio before I finally wised up....
Mojave Jack said:I worked in a bakery, too, for a short while, but not voluntarily. Once when I was on mess duty in the Marine Corps, the cook made hot dog buns. He told me to run them through the bun slicer, which had this rotating saw blade inside that was supposed to slice the bun while it pulled it through. These buns were so hard that the machine literally shot them out of the other end. I told him that it wouldn't work, but he just shouted at me to slice the #@!$ing buns, and then stomped out. In the course of slicing the buns, I dicovered that if I propped up the end of the machine, I could shoot them about 40 feet! So as he came back across the mess deck I bombarded him with rock hard hot dog buns! Boy, was he steamed!