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Anon: What was your first job?

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  1. Delaware Dem says:
    April 24, 2009 at 10:04 am

    Which Anon? I really do wish our Anons would be more creative with their pseudonyms.

  2. anon says:
    April 24, 2009 at 10:10 am

    Hiding in a crowd is the point. I have not yet received a legal or physical threat.

  3. Delaware Dem says:
    April 24, 2009 at 10:11 am

    Couldn’t agree with #1, it is hard to tell people apart.

  4. nemski says:
    April 24, 2009 at 10:13 am

    BTW, #3 was me.

    If you need an alias, try this name generator.

  5. Unstable Isotope says:
    April 24, 2009 at 10:16 am

    My very first job was working at the swimming pool at Noble Park, in the checkout area. I was 13 years old, and I got paid $2.50/hr. At some point during the summer, the law was changed so that we had to get paid minimum wage, which was $3.33/hr at the time. I basically took people possessions, put them in a basket and gave them a pin to put on their swimsuit so they could pick them up at the end. I worked there for several summers.

  6. Unstable Isotope says:
    April 24, 2009 at 10:20 am

    Love the generator. With my first name I got “Zensoft,” with my last name I got “Lunacet,” with both names I got “Urizion.” With my pseudonym I got “Touchong.” Any of you anons feel free to take these.

    LOL, my husband’s name got “Scorpite” which is kinda cool since he’s a Scorpio.

  7. edisonkitty says:
    April 24, 2009 at 10:26 am

    U of D bookstore; I bagged books, opened stock, and put price labels on everything. I was fifteen years old, and it paid $2.35/hr.

  8. anon says:
    April 24, 2009 at 10:28 am

    Busboy in the Sears coffee shop. Yes, back in the ’70s the Prices Corner Sears had a coffee shop inside. Employees dumbfounded one day when I took a French-speaking customer’s order with my high school French.

    Best benefit: employee discount for concert tickets at the TicketMaster office upstairs (and advance access to front-row seats).

  9. a. price says:
    April 24, 2009 at 10:29 am

    level 3 ice mage

  10. someone making fun of and pretending to be... Mike Prokack says:
    April 24, 2009 at 10:30 am

    Mike Castle’s personal towel boy

  11. Miscreant says:
    April 24, 2009 at 10:32 am

    -Feeding peas into a stationary pea viner with a pitchfork, age 14.
    -Working at a cannery, age 15.
    -Renting umbrellas on Rehoboth Beach, age 16.

  12. pandora says:
    April 24, 2009 at 10:37 am

    Working in a gift shop in Fenwick at age 15. Most boring job ever… unless it rained and people left the beach!

  13. liberalgeek says:
    April 24, 2009 at 10:41 am

    Paperboy from age 12-16. What a crappy job, but it made me a news junkie. So I can draw a straight line from my first job to my blog life.

  14. cassandra_m says:
    April 24, 2009 at 10:51 am

    My first job was delivering papers too. My brother and I delivered papers in out neighborhood and the one next to us and had a killer system to deliver all of these papers in short order. Dad got up early on Sunday to help us get the Sunday edition delivered, which meant that we were mostly sitting on the tailgate of the station wagon throwing papers. Good times….

  15. nemski says:
    April 24, 2009 at 10:59 am

    Sweeping a factory floor.

  16. Von Cracker says:
    April 24, 2009 at 11:02 am

    15 years old – doing masonry work.

  17. Von Cracker says:
    April 24, 2009 at 11:04 am

    wait! That’s when I was 16 going on 17..

    First job was the summer I turned 16 (b-day’s in August).

    I worked at the Superfresh on Rt 1 outside of Rehoboth….

  18. MJ says:
    April 24, 2009 at 11:18 am

    First job ever was as a Sunday School teacher in Denver at the Hebrew Educational Alliance, the synagogue my family belonged to. I was 17. My first job after college was serving as the press secretary for State Sen. Polly Baca Barragan’s congressional campaign.

  19. Zensoft Lunacet says:
    April 24, 2009 at 11:38 am

    Just trying out the new name…

  20. El Somnambulo says:
    April 24, 2009 at 11:45 am

    ‘Bulo worked in his uncle’s groceria. Even learned how to cut chickens on a saw. They were dead already.

    Actually, Zensoft Lunacet is the best prospective new pseudonym he’s seen. He’s especially sympatico with that ‘luna’ part.

  21. kilroy says:
    April 24, 2009 at 12:06 pm

    Helping my mom do lit drops for LBJ and “I didn’t know” shit about R’s and “D’s. I just wanted earn my $1.00 but the Republican neighbor I actually handed the lit to was a Republican and her husband was big time Republican! They weren’t too happy. Believe it or not, their two teenage sons threw stones at our house and dented the sliding, still there long after my parents passed away. After the incident they never spoke to these neighbors and the old man always gave me evil looks! They had the only pool on the block and would invite all the kids on the street a few times a summer to enjoy. I wasn’t invited and “one” time the Mrs. said it was OK but the old man gave me the thumbs out! I am being serious!

  22. RSmitty says:
    April 24, 2009 at 12:13 pm

    I worked at “Shop-n-Bag” (independently owned) as a general clerk, as soon as I turned 16. It was within the area where nobody knows if it’s the end N Market St or the beginning of Philadelphia Pike. If you’re not sure, it’s just behind where the original N Wilmington Sears was located (the old grocery store is currently a Forman Mills, which is closing up within days).

  23. Kilroy says:
    April 24, 2009 at 12:33 pm

    anon
    “Busboy in the Sears coffee shop. Yes, back in the ’70s the Prices Corner Sears had a coffee shop inside”
    Boss’s name was George?

    My first real job was at Woolworths busboy aka dishwasher, moved up to Italian Water Ice Stand out front and love it and then to snack bar and made the best pizza! That was 69-72 mom was restaurant manager.

  24. pandora says:
    April 24, 2009 at 12:55 pm

    I know that store, Smitty! I lived behind it during my teenage/college years and my mother was constantly sending my brother and I over there to pick up things.

  25. PBaumbach says:
    April 24, 2009 at 12:56 pm

    age of 14, worked the summer doing maintenance as a summer day camp in Delaware county–mowing grass, cleaning the pool, making bug juice, replacing window panes, cleaning toilets–very glamorous stuff

    character building

  26. Kilroy says:
    April 24, 2009 at 1:18 pm

    pandora
    “my mother was constantly sending my brother and I over there to pick up things.”

    did you tell her about the rolling papers you would get with change? LOL

  27. anon says:
    April 24, 2009 at 1:31 pm

    Yeah, boss at Sears Coffee shop was George… when I applied for the job he raised an eyebrow and said “This is a pretty crappy job, are you sure you want it? “

  28. Anon Zoditate says:
    April 24, 2009 at 1:46 pm

    Summer camp counselor.

  29. pandora says:
    April 24, 2009 at 1:58 pm

    Kilroy, I’m not the sort of girl who tokes and tells. 🙂

  30. PI says:
    April 24, 2009 at 2:10 pm

    50 cents/hour to check in clothes at a drycleaner…..no extra pay for pulling nasty stuff out of men’s pockets before they were put in the machine. Yuk!

  31. Rebecca says:
    April 24, 2009 at 7:24 pm

    Christmas gift wrap girl at J.C. Penney in King of Prussia at 15 yrs old, had to get a special permit from my school. Minimum wage in those days was $1.25. Of course, gas was .29/gal.

  32. Joanne Christian says:
    April 24, 2009 at 8:42 pm

    Besides babysitting, housecleaning, etc., the first paycheck —El Capitan motel–chambermaid–a buck a room–and why I will never forget to leave money for the hotel maid.

  33. donviti says:
    April 24, 2009 at 9:45 pm

    10 years old delivering the morning edition of the News Journal in Fairfax. 5am at 10 years old…I can’t even imagine my children doing that at 10

  34. JohnnyX says:
    April 24, 2009 at 11:22 pm

    I was 17 years old, and worked as a “corn breeding research assistant” at U of D. It’s far less glamorous than it sounds, I assure you.

    Basically we spent the whole day in the cornfield, putting bags on the shoots and the tassels in the morning (to keep cross pollination from happening) and then self-pollinating the plants in the afternoon. There were also the other side jobs like setting up irrigation systems at the beginning of the season.

    Perhaps my least favorite activity was “stand count” where we spent hours on end literally counting the number of cornstalks in a given field. You’d walk through one set of rows, counting two at a time with your hands on either side of you, emerge from the other side and rattle off your number. Imagine spreading that out over 6-8 hours. I kid you not, I had nightmares of being in a tunnel with numbers bombarding me from all sides.

    It was also a minimum wage gig, which at that time was $5.15 (1998). The good thing was that I was quite skinny at the time because it was hard ass work – I also had a better tan by the end of that summer than I’ve ever had before or since.

    The greatest upside of the job was that I met a girl there who now 11 years later is my wife, sleeping next to me as I type this.

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