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What was your first job?
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Packer in the service department of an electronics company at the age of 16. I dumbed a few Tvs but they paid me anyway. 
Paid tutor, when I was 17. I could tutor for most any class in my high school, though I mostly got called for math and science. Pay wasn't very much, 25 bucks a session, but it was a bit of extra spending money.
Oddly enough, I haven't yet had a "real" job. Past couple years I've lived off my university refund and supplemented it by gigging and working as a counselor for my school's summer music camps. I'm getting one this summer, though. I want some job experience before applying to law school, and right now I'm *this* close to nailing down a summer job at one of the more prestigious firms in the state.
Oddly enough, I haven't yet had a "real" job. Past couple years I've lived off my university refund and supplemented it by gigging and working as a counselor for my school's summer music camps. I'm getting one this summer, though. I want some job experience before applying to law school, and right now I'm *this* close to nailing down a summer job at one of the more prestigious firms in the state.
My band got our first paying gig when I was 14. But those were so infrequent it seems disingenuous to call that my first "job".
When I was 16 I taught guitar lessons to 3 or 4 private students. (edit: I mean I had 3 or 4 regular, recurring students who came to me for lessons over the course of about a year & a half.)
My first Real Job™ was when I was 18, in a factory that manufactured printing ink. We would take a work order that included the quantity required and a "recipe" & then go hunting around this vast warehouse filled with 55 gallon drums full of heinously cautic chemicals, looking for all the appropriate ingredients. Stick your head down into this vile nostril-burning vat and scoop up a wad of viscous goo, slap it onto a scale, throw it in a bowl... once all the appropriate proportions were in the bowl, dump them into a little mechanical roller press type gizmo that would blend/mix/squish 'em all together and squirt the resultant ink out the bottom. Hopefully into a can, if you remembered to put one under the discharge spout. Our claim to fame (sic) was that we made the yellow ink that's used for M&M's Peanut candy bags.
I lasted exactly one week at that schidthole.
When I was 16 I taught guitar lessons to 3 or 4 private students. (edit: I mean I had 3 or 4 regular, recurring students who came to me for lessons over the course of about a year & a half.)
My first Real Job™ was when I was 18, in a factory that manufactured printing ink. We would take a work order that included the quantity required and a "recipe" & then go hunting around this vast warehouse filled with 55 gallon drums full of heinously cautic chemicals, looking for all the appropriate ingredients. Stick your head down into this vile nostril-burning vat and scoop up a wad of viscous goo, slap it onto a scale, throw it in a bowl... once all the appropriate proportions were in the bowl, dump them into a little mechanical roller press type gizmo that would blend/mix/squish 'em all together and squirt the resultant ink out the bottom. Hopefully into a can, if you remembered to put one under the discharge spout. Our claim to fame (sic) was that we made the yellow ink that's used for M&M's Peanut candy bags.
I lasted exactly one week at that schidthole.
Commreman
Faith, Family, Fitness, and Frets
Caddying. I was 12. It paid $6.00 a loop, plus tips. I earned enough to buy a bitchin' Schwinn 10 speed Varsity, plus I could keep myself in Chuck Taylors (they were $10.00 then) without giving my mother heart failure.
It was a great job, and a great experience. It kept me in great shape, and I learned how to deal with all types of personalities. I learned how to hustle for work and earn money for a job well done. I got to caddy in a couple of pro tournaments before I could drive!
The lessons I learned then still serve me well today.
It was a great job, and a great experience. It kept me in great shape, and I learned how to deal with all types of personalities. I learned how to hustle for work and earn money for a job well done. I got to caddy in a couple of pro tournaments before I could drive!
The lessons I learned then still serve me well today.
14y - wood construction (mostly drywalls and ceilings in industrial halls and offices)
and before that, not a real job: doing a lot of the administration for my fathers one-man-business since I've been able to write and do math
and before that, not a real job: doing a lot of the administration for my fathers one-man-business since I've been able to write and do math
Working with my father doing construction. I was bending rebar wire at age 15! We were doing a big backyard retaining wall. I used to spend all the money I'd make on music - tape cassettes.
the first job I got on my own was during my senior year in high school, at 18 - working at a movie theater. started as a doorman, and worked my way up to assistant manager. The folks who worked there were a motley crue and were all, as I found out later, sleeping with each other. I spotted the woman who hired me there, on a show about people with AIDS. Not sure if she's still around. They would do drugs up in the projection room - and the walls were lined with asbestos. There was a liquor store across the street that sold alcohol to minors, so on Friday and Saturday nights - it was always a lively place. Can't say I didn't like stuffing a can of Fosters into the ice for the sodas... LOL! Oh, and the smell of burned popcorn haunted me for years.
We had two sneak previews there, Dances With Wolves, and the Quincy Jones tribute movie (forget what that was called). This was also where I first heard Miles Davis (to my recollection) on the soundtrack for the movie HOT SPOT - we had a CD and I'd play it between showings and stomp on the projection room floor.
And I sold a ticket to Joe Satriani (and his wife?) once when he came in to see a movie. My friend was there, and I said to him - "hey dude, that's Joe Satriani". He replied "that little guy?"
the first job I got on my own was during my senior year in high school, at 18 - working at a movie theater. started as a doorman, and worked my way up to assistant manager. The folks who worked there were a motley crue and were all, as I found out later, sleeping with each other. I spotted the woman who hired me there, on a show about people with AIDS. Not sure if she's still around. They would do drugs up in the projection room - and the walls were lined with asbestos. There was a liquor store across the street that sold alcohol to minors, so on Friday and Saturday nights - it was always a lively place. Can't say I didn't like stuffing a can of Fosters into the ice for the sodas... LOL! Oh, and the smell of burned popcorn haunted me for years.
We had two sneak previews there, Dances With Wolves, and the Quincy Jones tribute movie (forget what that was called). This was also where I first heard Miles Davis (to my recollection) on the soundtrack for the movie HOT SPOT - we had a CD and I'd play it between showings and stomp on the projection room floor.
And I sold a ticket to Joe Satriani (and his wife?) once when he came in to see a movie. My friend was there, and I said to him - "hey dude, that's Joe Satriani". He replied "that little guy?"
My first paycheck, withholding taxes job was as a Lifeguard.
Had to rescue a few people, caught the eye of a young lady or two.
One in particular, a comely milk-fed youngster, worked up the courage to invite me out.
She said she was eighteen (as was I). I believed her to be seventeen, but took her at her word.
A friend later told me she was thirteen. I was shocked. However, it's not always an unlucky number.
I kid, I kid. I really was a lifeguard, though.
Had to rescue a few people, caught the eye of a young lady or two.
One in particular, a comely milk-fed youngster, worked up the courage to invite me out.
She said she was eighteen (as was I). I believed her to be seventeen, but took her at her word.
A friend later told me she was thirteen. I was shocked. However, it's not always an unlucky number.
I kid, I kid. I really was a lifeguard, though.
This statement is true only if you allow for a very loose interpretation of the following words:
Steak, Shrimp, Lobster and Restaurant.
The last time I went to Sizzler was about two years ago when we took our grandmother out to dinner. She'll only go to about four different restaurants and unfortunately that's one of them. My brother asked me what I was going to have and (a little too loudly) I said, "diarrhea".
It was funny because it was true.
Should've stuck with Red Lobster....although sometimes it's pretty much the same result
Guest cellist for Mount Royal College's Junior Strings
My formal conductor Ben Neumann offered me this
It went quite well i thought
I was 13 in 2007
My formal conductor Ben Neumann offered me this
It went quite well i thought
I was 13 in 2007
