High school jobs. What was yours?

Translation, and because of the fact you were left with little to no spending money for yourself.
I was able to hang on to some of it and it came in very handy, especially when I moved out of the house and moved into the bunkhouse with the Mexican laborers. I kept going to High School where I worked in the cafeteria and ate like a pig during my free lunch. I eventually went home, graduated, went off to Southern Calif where I met my natural father's family and stayed for about a month. Then I joined the Navy while I was still 17.
 

I was able to hang on to some of it and it came in very handy, especially when I moved out of the house and moved into the bunkhouse with the Mexican laborers. I kept going to High School where I worked in the cafeteria and ate like a pig during my free lunch. I eventually went home, graduated, went off to Southern Calif where I met my natural father's family and stayed for about a month. Then I joined the Navy while I was still 17.
That was a tough start you had, Pecos. :(
 
I had babysat or did odd jobs for small pay when 12-17
When I was 17 ..... My older sisters long term best friend was a assistant manager at a new location of a fast food restaurant. They did not have enough people for opening week and wanted a body ASAP ..
best friend offered a job to sister starting that day .... my sister did not want to smell like french fries or whatever ( translation did not want to work).

She told me "hey lets get dressed in slacks and white shirt" and go for a ride ... took me to restaurant dropped me off yelling at her best friend out the car window "Jeni , will do it" and she drove off .......... that was my first day at my JOB.
 
That does indeed take a lot of guts and his story would be very interesting as that is an exceptionally tough age.
I meant KEESHA had the guts!

Yes, desperation makes a kid want to leave home so young. I didn't let my husband get away with lying to himself for years with his own "reason", the reasoning of a 13 year old boy. Sad, he was not treated well. Sad. At least I never had a MIL.
 
Just remembered it was Not the Depression yet. That's right, they were poor anyway. The year should have been 1924 or so.

Always poor. That's depressing too.
 
Addressing envelopes for a neighbor who had a cottage industry, I don't remember selling what. Imagine having to pay high school kids to address envelopes by hand! We made 50 cents an hour.
 
Addressing envelopes for a neighbor who had a cottage industry, I don't remember selling what. Imagine having to pay high school kids to address envelopes by hand! We made 50 cents an hour.
Yeah, that's how we did it. Especially when it was learned in fund raising that a handwritten envelope to the donor got you more money than printed labels.
 
I worked at my grandfather's tailor shop. He wasn't supposed to pay me but he did. I bought an old Chevy Biscayne.

I used to have one of those! An old (1968) coupe with quarter panels that were rusted out so bad, exhaust fumes would come in through the holes and into the passenger compartment. I think I paid $50 for that old POS. It was reliable, though. I think that was around 1977. A nine year old car was old in those days. These days, cars last over well over 20 years if you take care of them.
 
I worked for the school district mowing lawns, painting, etc. during the summers when I was 14,15.
I learned to drive jeeps and trucks (all manuals) on mountain roads when I was 15.
when the school district found out about my driving they had me driving split axel dump trucks when I was 16 and legal during the summers.
I drove truck for a pharmacy delivery my senior year in high school when I could if I wasn't playing sports.
I was enjoying life, trying not to think about the draft and Vietnam.
 
That was a tough start you had, Pecos. :(
It was a bit tough, but some of the women on this forum have told stories about their childhood that make mine pale by comparison. I put an end to the physical abuse in the household by the time I was 16, and by the time I was 22 my two younger step-brothers had left home and lived with me.
 


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