Where and what were your first job?
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Dunedin Florida. Prep/deep fry cook at Taco Bell. This was back when you made the refried beans from dried beans, the taco meat from a giant log of ground beef, and the shells/chips from a big bag of tortillas. Kids today have it easy....open, microwave and toss on steam table.
Dunedin...D-town represent!!
My first job was in the kitchen at a dump of a restaurant. (Captain's Pizza, for fellow Dunedinites).
My first job was in the kitchen at a dump of a restaurant. (Captain's Pizza, for fellow Dunedinites).
My first job was washing dishes at a locally-owned Italian restaurant. Scrubbing burnt tomato sauce off of baking pans truly sucks. After the 3rd day, I applied for & got a job working a cash register at Eckerd Drugs. Gave the restaurant a few days notice (told them I'd work through the weekend but that the Saturday night would be my last). Didn't want to leave them short on the weekend because I knew them well & ate there a lot.
It was next to Dunedin Lanes and across the street from a gas station....been a long time since I lived there. I forget the street names.
Down the Shore in south New Jersey, I worked at a miniature golf place for a summer in the early 80's. Basically I would make change for people going into the arcade (yes it was before the place had change machines) and sell golf rounds to people wanting to come & play.
Worked in food service.
We'd go there every year on the annual trip to visit the grandparents. Loved that place.
TexaNole, back when I went there the main ride for me was the huge tower. You carried your own huge plastic sled to the top and then get on the rollers, they push you to the edge. Then it would drop and you fall, then sled down the hill. Damn those things were heavy for a 12 year old. They didn't have this east-west locations.
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Burger King at the NW corner of N Monroe and I10. Was my first real paid job the IRS was aware of.
Before that, I used to spend my summer as field crew working on archaeological digs through the Tallahassee area with my dad.
Before that, I used to spend my summer as field crew working on archaeological digs through the Tallahassee area with my dad.
Waiter at a Central Florida ABC Pizza restaurant. I made the sangria despite being well underage.
Working the stockroom at the local T G & Y
(.....first real job the IRS was aware of. Before that I was employed for a while doing something they called "making up my room". But that was sort of under-the-table, black market work, and the government got none of it)
(.....first real job the IRS was aware of. Before that I was employed for a while doing something they called "making up my room". But that was sort of under-the-table, black market work, and the government got none of it)
Wayne, NJ. Little League umpire. Age 13. We would try to get the 6 inning games over before dark (no lights). In the later innings the strike zone would grow (unofficial rule) just so that a complete game could be scored. As the sun was setting i would tell the kids to swing at everything cause any thing close was going to be called a strike.
If I was trying to impress I would use my title "environmental services specialist" for the the hospital but I was just the trashman...
first actual job was stock clerk at Dwain's IGA, Marianna, FL. What a bunch of miscreants we were. The whole stock crew were guys who had just graduated high school. Half of us were attending the local Juco. We had to work all night a couple days a week. I would often have an 8:45 class after working 8p - 6a. Crazy times. Friday nights were all night, too and then we'd have to be back 0700 on Sunday. Ruined quite a few weekends. One guy didn't care. He'd stay out all night Saturday and then be dead dog tired on Sunday.
P Cola washed dishes at a restaurant when I was 14. Cut grass from about age 10 but it wasn't really a job...
How much MILF did you bag?Bagging groceries and taking them out to customers' cars.
Worked at a bicycle shop in the mid 60's for a half dollar per hour in Pensacola. Think I was 12.
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Ahhh..yes. Know that place. Never ate there. Ate a lot of fried chicken from the gas station across the street, though. And from being there, that fateful day at Dunedin Lanes, know why Publix doesn't have bowling competition between stores anymore. Not to mention Tumbleweeds bar, right there too.
Shared a paper route in high school, but first real job was as a salesman at the Sears Auto Center in Tallahassee. It was in the shopping center where the Brown Derby was. 1974.
Mail clerk at the age of 17 for a large automotive manufacturer finance company.
Cart barn -> bag room -> pro shop
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Dodger Pines Country Club
Vero Beach, FL
Dishwasher at the Hilton in Indialantic at 15. Only place that I could get a job at that age. All the chef's smoked weed in the walk in cooler. Banquet nights were a nightmare, dishes piled to the ceiling. I still remember having a major case of swamp ass at the end of each shift from getting soaked while rinsing all the dishes. Great motivator for getting through college!
First"public" job was car hopping at Frisch's Big Boy on Tennessee Street at 14. $1.05 an hour plus tips. Did salad prep, policed the parking lot, and brought up stock from downstairs. It pretty much sucked.
Amusement ride operator on Okaloosa Island. Ride operator with the most tickets received a bonus for the evening. I received the bonus almost every night because I operated some of the kiddie rides. Great times after work.
I was 15, so I was mostly banging teachers in cemeteries.
chi chi's Mexican restaurant in Orlando, bus boy when I was 15. Just an empty field where it was torn down now.
I was a bus boy at a chicken restaurant in Coconut Creek, FL at age 13. I was psyched that in FL you could legally work at 13. I believe it was 16 in NY. It was cool having spending money at that age, especially in the food industry where the waitresses would "tip out" at the end of the night. I learned from an early age to kiss up to the nice ones and eff over the means ones to maximize my time/tips.
At 16, my first real job was bagging groceries at Publix at the old Northwood Mall in Tally. We had some fine scenery come through that store. I had two MILF's that asked me to come home with them to "unload their groceries". While tempted, I declined the offers. I imagine in both cases, the "tip" would have been worth the risk of losing my job.
At 16 I was a little gun shy too. The one next door had me cut her grass for two years or so. Got invited in for lemonade many times. Not knowing then what I do now, I felt like Costanza turning down the invite for coffee that one episode...
The Dodge Store Fried Chicken was always on point.
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