Who remembers their very first job?

My parents always had my future plans set for me to become an accountant. So when I turned 16 my dad trained me to do the bookkeeping for the business he owned (travel agency). I discovered early on that I hated it but I kept with it throughout high school. My boss was my dad aftercall. After I graduated from high school the plan was for me to move to an apartment next to the Arizona State , major in accounting and continue on working for my dad. The day after I graduated I told him that I didn't want to be the bookkeeper anymore and that I did not want to major in accounting.

I was braced for him to be upset and argue with me. But when I told him my thoughts all he did was laugh and say "Good for you". As a "bonus", he paid my first months rent for the apartment that I moved into.
 
wot full time/part time / during school years / after school years - I need some sign posts here!!
 

I was cutting grass for neighbors and a few local businesses when I was old enough to pull the rope to start the mower. The local chicken shack paid me in chicken and soft drinks, the blonde behind the counter was a cutie, which helped. She was an older woman of 16.

I then moved on to busing tables at a local cafe. Then moved on to a fast food joint. Next job was cleaning a bank after hours. My last year of high school I worked for a steel company typing up bills of lading (before school) for the steel going out on 18 wheelers. I still remember the old man coming in shouting every morning about getting my a$$ in gear cause the trucks needed to be rollin down the road an hour ago.
 
Working as a loan clerk in a sleazy loan company as a summer job between high school and college. I wasn't even old enough to be "bonded" but my boss falsified the paperwork.

The place was robbed at gunpoint while I was, luckily, in the restroom. My dad made me quit.
A friend of mine got shot while working in a gas station in Ferguson Missouri, during our teen years. Luckily, he survived with a story to tell, but working nights took on a whole new meaning for us.
 
My first paid job was the summer I was 16. I was a library page and dreamed about shelving books the first week of work. July 4th was my first ever paid holiday and since we'd had a very wet spring, early summer farmers were late planting so I had to drive a tractor all day to help my dad catch up with cultivating a soybean field before the next round of rain set in. The library paid me for the holiday; dad didn't :) ...cause that's what small scale farmers kids do.
 
My parents always had my future plans set for me to become an accountant. So when I turned 16 my dad trained me to do the bookkeeping for the business he owned (travel agency). I discovered early on that I hated it but I kept with it throughout high school. My boss was my dad aftercall. After I graduated from high school the plan was for me to move to an apartment next to the Arizona State , major in accounting and continue on working for my dad. The day after I graduated I told him that I didn't want to be the bookkeeper anymore and that I did not want to major in accounting.

I was braced for him to be upset and argue with me. But when I told him my thoughts all he did was laugh and say "Good for you". As a "bonus", he paid my first months rent for the apartment that I moved into.
Your dad sounds like a good man.
 
That sounds like slavery to me. Plus extortion in making employees buy from their cafeteria.
Did you stay there long?

That sounds like slavery to me. Plus extortion in making employees buy from their cafeteria.
Did you stay there long?

Only for the summer. College beckoned to me that autumn. It was a Dole pineapple cannery BTW.
 
My first paid job was the summer I was 16. I was a library page and dreamed about shelving books the first week of work. July 4th was my first ever paid holiday and since we'd had a very wet spring, early summer farmers were late planting so I had to drive a tractor all day to help my dad catch up with cultivating a soybean field before the next round of rain set in. The library paid me for the holiday; dad didn't :) ...cause that's what small scale farmers kids do.
Our kids likewise helped out in our small business for many years without a paycheck. Then again, it kept them in food, clothes and private school. They aren't resentful - as you said, that's what small scale business kids do.

When they turned 16 the retail portion of our company needed actual employees, so we hired our kids and some of their friends.
 
Cutting lawns, shoveling snow and paper delivery boy. When I got my working papers, my first real job was an usher in our local theater. Wore a uniform, carried a flashlight to show folks the way to their seats. Saturday matinees were the worst. Keeping the kids feet off the seats in front of them and trying to keep them quiet. It was the worst part of the job. Best part, letting my girlfriends in for free. Got lots of points for that one..šŸ˜‡
 


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