Wednesday, 20 February 2013

A Chance To Win


I don't know if it's the big hair,
The slutty twins,
Or the lobster claws
But it gives me a lift every time I see it

When I was young I always wanted to be a waiter
however my FIRST ever job was as
A peddle boat supervisor on Prestatyn Beach
I lasted a week and left after I was thrown into the pool by three foul mouthed  13 year old girls from Liverpool!
 NOW
WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST JOB.?
I WILL GIVE A PRIZE TO THE BEST ONE

125 comments:

  1. Delurjing....

    Not as exciting as yours - stacking shelves at the Co-Op in Caerphilly :~)

    Regards
    Pat

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    1. I would have preferred your job Patricia......especially if they made scotch eggs.!

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  2. Surely it was just a coincidence that the girls had both foul mouths and were also from Liverpool ?
    My first job, making custard tarts in my gran's bakery, she was from Liverpool too ;)
    I've rode those paddle boats on Prestatyn Beach, I gave donkey rides there.
    ~Jo

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  3. Yes it was incidental jo......my mother. Was Liverpudlian and although she had a sharp tongue.. She seldom swore

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  4. I was a clerk at a local independent pharmacy. Did everything from dusting & stocking the shelves to counting out pills. I didn't appreciate it at the time, but Mr. Dively was probably one of my best bosses.

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  5. A summer job in a zoo, painting an old farm wagon in the mornings and then working in the souvenir shop in the afternoons. I was 17 years old and madly in love with the owner's son!

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    1. Did you kiss him on the lips Elaine....you fast cat?,

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    2. My lips are sealed - suffice to say that we 'went out' for three and a half years. Not long after we parted company I met George (on a blind date) and fell madly in love, that was 39 years ago.

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  6. My first job was on horse farm (race horses) as a barn hand. As an initiation, I was sent with a horse to the breeding barn where I (a very shy teen) was red faced and rather shocked by the whole horse breeding "thing". Who knew the stud needed a good soapy sponging of his aroused bits before the deed?

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    1. You are in the lead so far chania

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  7. Ha other then babysitting and trail guide at a horse stable, it was waitressing at a Chinese Restaurant where I had dumped a whole plate of Chicken Fried Rice into someone's lap; good thing I had known that "someone".

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    1. I BET your food was wubberey

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  8. babysitting, then worling in a hotel washing up and cleaning basically general dogs body!!

    Gill

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  9. Vetinary nurse- all puke, piddle, poop, blood and anal glands. I loved it!

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    1. Sounds like my everyday existence kath

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  10. I love that scene... love, love, love.... I have the original song on my ipod and play it least once a day, trying desperately not to sing along whilst at work!

    My first job was at the Burger & Dairy Bar where I worked for a surly Greek named George who pronounced my name as Coffee and sounded just like like John Belushi in the Olympia Diner always saying, "Coffee, two cheeseburger, Peepsi, Peepsi."

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    1. I loved the film so much too..... A modern day musical farytale

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  11. I sold toys in a famous toy department store called Redgates - the largest outside London.

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    1. Was that just before you were a hostess in a back street London night club?

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    2. You heard about that????

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  12. Waitress in a small Italian restaurant...lasted less than 2 weeks when I found a job in a bakery learning to decorate cakes...

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    1. A least decorating cakes is a useful skill

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  13. Mum had a catering business so I helped with food prep and then waitressing...which I HATED.
    Jane x

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    1. Lechey old men with wandering hands,and parties where Leutenant Pigeon were the band!
      Jane x

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  14. Brilliant - never watched the film but I think I'll just have to now :) First job was terminally boring - I was a bank clerk. Counting money all day is not as much fun as it's cracked up to be!

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    1. A bank clerk was my first PROPER job Elizabeth....

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  15. Cashier and Provisions at Sainsburys in Rhyl!

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    1. Actually, I tell a lie. My very first job was cleaning grotty holiday flats on Aquarium Street, yuck!

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    2. I HOPED hope you didn't wear your fantastic bobble hat in Sainsbury's?

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    3. Unfortunately not! Wish I could have, though. It was bloody cold in there!

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  16. My paper round when I was 12. My parents bought me the bike so I could do the round but I had to pay them back from my wage! First proper job was in a supermarket stacking shelves while I was at school.

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    1. Were your parents Scottish?

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  17. .My first job was a dogsbody in a Drawing Office, working the kind of machine which went out with the ark

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    1. You have too much class pat to be anyone's dogsbody!

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  18. My first job isn't nearly as exciting as those who've already answered... I cleaned houses. I was about 13 or so.. and got $3.00 to clean an entire house! That was in 1954 or so.... child labor? Hey.. that was the going rate!

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    1. Did you ever steal anything from the fridge?

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  19. First job: clerk in a drugstore (i.e., pharmacy). Though it was deadly dull, I did it for six years, and it put me through university.

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    1. Dd you ever get the wrong pills in the wrong bottle?

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  20. cleaning hire canal boats when i was 14,fridges full of rotton food,blocked chemical toilets and sleeping bags full of vomit!!prepared me for nursing though....

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  21. My first job was very American. I work the concession stand of a Drive In Movie Theater in Tucson Arizona.
    A very 1950/60's thing.
    A huge Movie screen in a car park with bumps so you could angle your car to see the screen better and speakers you attached to the door.
    Toss the kids in the back seat and watch the movie in your car. No screaming babies or kids disrupting your movie enjoyment. They were in the car next to you and if the parents wanted to see and hear the movie they had to be quiet !
    Of course you need a place where the weather was usually good. I can't see this happening where you live.
    They are all gone now but what fun they were.
    Good times.

    cheers, parsnip

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    1. There are a few remaining. I grew up in New England, and we had drive-ins, although they were only open from mid-spring through autumn.

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    2. Parsnip...... You are upon the running!

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  22. My first job - delivering the local newspaper with my brother every Thursday morning before school. I was 8 years old. I tripped and banged my head on a step one morning, because we were going to be late for school and we ran through the entire route. I went to school anyway, even with a bleedy head, though I'm sure Mom put a band-aid on the cut.

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    1. Bleeding funny what we actually remember........at 8
      Wasn't that child abuse?

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    2. not in the 1960s! ;)

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  23. Child labor working for my Mother who owned a t-shirt shop in the 1980's. I was the shy child who put the witty plasticky transfer on your t-shirt crooked.

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  24. Other than the regular babysitting which I was certain would be my life's work ... A marriage 12 children ( all with names starting with an R) and working at my parents liquor store at 13; at 15.5 I stated working at the local theatre ( films) and was the envy of friend s because I got to watch all the best and worst films. It was a great part time job for a school girl.

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    1. I would have loved to have worked in a cinema
      Bliss

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    2. Working at a cinema was no fun. I swear I saw E.T. Fifty times. Then Snow White and the seven dwarves even more times - the only way I kept sane was to count the number of dwarves in each scene. I swear only 6 say goodbye to her at the end.
      The highlight of my career at the cinema was selling concessions in the "upstairs" screen - the former balcony. I started down the stairs but lost my footing in the dark. I careened down the remaining stairs, finally righting myself without spilling any of the snacks and drinks in the tray. I walked over to where the light was, put it on and was amazed when I got a huge round of applause.
      My first job was as a "Saturday Girl" at Woolies.

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  25. Waitress in an Australian Mexican restaurant run by an American who played Frank Zappa as background music.

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    1. Ticking all the boxes there sarah

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  26. Babysitting ...not too bad most of the time and got paid well by parents who wanted to get away from the little beggers and drink the night away!

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  27. Ah my first job...the one my dad got for me and surprised me with.... waitressing at a restaurant heavily frequented by truckers. White shoes, uniform provided by the establishment... yikes. And me so shy I couldn't even look the customers in the eye. I lasted two weeks and then spent the rest of the summer cleaning out pig pens and runnng the milk seperator. Much more my thing at the time.

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  28. Hops were grown on our family ranch. My first job was standing at a conveyor belt, picking leaves out of the hops as they traveled to the kiln to be dried. The job paid $1.10 an hour. It sounds boring, but I really liked it because I worked with a strange assortment of characters: Mexican ladies, old men who could no longer work in the fields, people who just wandered in for the day and were put to work. My life as a rural teenager was pretty boring compared to theirs; every day was like another chapter in a soap opera, I couldn't wait to get to work. This was in the 1960's. People from all walks of life were gracious, there were no drugs and not much crime. If one of the men cursed, the ladies would shush him. It was hard work but I loved it.

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    1. I like this one too.....I remember picking potatoes in a similar fashion when I was 11

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  29. Did you say first job or worst job, John? No matter, in my case they coincide. No sweat.

    I am in a bit of a bind now since my then best friend (we were eighteen and still at school) made me swear and promise to never ever tell anyone, particularly not her parents, what I did in the early hours of the mornng to make my ends meet.

    Should you and I ever walk your dogs together, in real time, I'll tell you.

    U

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    1. Email me the answer.. You big beautiful thing you x

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  30. the jewelry counter in Woolworth's. We did a brisk trade in fake wedding rings for a shilling each on Friday afternoons!

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    1. Very BREAKFAST AT TIFFINEYS

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  31. I suppose the first job was when i was 13 and a Christmas elf. I also babysat, but i've never had lots of patience with children so did that as little as possible.

    My first 'real' job was as a busgirl in a restaurant. We also catered special parties and weddings, and it often felt very 'Upstairs, Downstairs'.

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    1. We're you ruby?

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    2. Somedays i felt like it!

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  32. Butcher's shop. I spent Saturdays humping bins of fat, sweeping up odds and ends and putting them through the mincer.

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  33. I love that movie, too! My first job was working at my uncle's auto shop for a summer. I just did whatever they needed; kind of like their gopher or personal assistant!

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  34. I was a saggar makers bottom knocker - sorry couldn't resist - you are probably too young to remember 'What's my Line'

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    1. http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=f5jYFzUBRHw&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Df5jYFzUBRHw

      It and paste this.............enjoy x

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  35. Wow.. saggar makers bottom knocker! There had to be one here somewhere. From the ages of 13 - 16, I had several jobs, but let's take the one where I had actually left school. The local chippie under the Arcade needed an assistant. It was me. Steep learning curve, the ladies (two of them) had an interesting relationship that no-one talked about. However, I was considered reliable enough to look after t'mushy peas. I had to put them on to steep (soak overnight in hot water, which then cools and the dried peas swell) before I went home at 6pm and be back at 8 am the following morning to sort them and get them on in time to be mushed for lunchtime. And, it has to be said, I didn't last long. Think it was personality clashes... well I hope so!

    I did a bit of time in Woolworths, worked late night at a very interesting chip shop, paper rounds, baby sitting, I should be a millionaire by now!

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    1. Mushy peas......I would have eaten then from that huge metal spoon!

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  36. I'm not sure anyone's gonna top Razmataz's answer. (Pretty exciting, eh?)

    There were lots of odd jobs when I was growing up, like babysitting, washing and waxing cars, cutting grass, cleaning house, and baking, but my first real job, where I actually got a paycheck, was as a multilithograph operator in Bethlehem Steel Corporation's main office.

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  37. Don't know the film, but the one thing I noticed was how pissed-off Julia Roberts looked.

    My first job was cub reporter on the local rag. All those humdrum local stories that mean so much to the people involved in them but precious little to anyone else...

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  38. I was 13 too, when in the school holidays I did two jobs - firstly I worked in my Dad's business doing the wages and pricing quotes for windows (Mum worked there too and checked my work) and the other was a kitchen hand in a retirement home where I also cooked and baked for 55 people. They thought I was 16.
    That was in the late 70's - my step daughter is 13 and I cannot imagine her holding down a full day's work doing anything other than playing on FB!

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    1. If you can bake for 50 you can bake for anyone.... Now that's a great grounding

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  39. My first paycheck came from driving a hop truck --'46 Chevy 1.5 ton-- for Cosumnes Hop Yards --I think they had the oldest mechanized, and most frequently malfunctioning, hop barn in California-- in summer of '68.

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    1. That was all too testosterone for me... I have no idea about trucks

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  40. circa 1979 - Marriotts Great America theme park - wardrobe dept, my girlfriends and I were minions to the minions who had to wear all the costumes required for each area of the park. On days that the manager didnt work we would take certain liberties in distributing costumes i.e. have transgender flamboyant loggers coming out of the closet before it was politically correct, Porky's head being paired with daffy the ducks body, frenchie off shoulder tops being paired with prairie skirts (those poor teenage girls forced to wear head to shoulders burka prairie wear in the "hometown" section loved us) wily coyotes ears spiraled like unicorn horns etc. all normal 1970's teenager definitions of what we would like to see if it was Salvadors Dali's park. This was also the period in my life which made me an activist later; said manager was a dirty old man of 30 and it was then when i found out i could fit into one of those huge industrial washers to avoid his "just passing by" gropiness when he would come in the back - youd later tell him you were out for a cig break when he couldnt find you alone - laws about sexual harassment did not exist...however that was also the best part about the job as you could make $10-15 extra per day from climbing into those washers, collecting all the change/cash that fell out of the costumes being washed... needless to say I quit after 3 months, not just because it was horrible but because I found out I could dress up in high heels and a short skirt and sell men's clothes and be paid high bucks for getting harassed...

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    1. Another insight into just how much of a pervert you are!

      You are in the final with that one x

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    2. Well, if pervertism pays the bills may as well dress it up a bit in short skirts and logger boots with a some naughty nun Catholic guilt...I can wear it well ;) If Im a runner up can you send me a scotch egg? Do you think it would keep well in a postbox? Or would homeland security be called?

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  41. Paper round. Every morning before school. I could crack it in 25 minutes if I pedalled hard. Once a weeek though, I had to deliver the one copy of the Economist that the one client within range of the news agent who wanted a little bit more than the Express and Star ordered. Then it would take me two hours. About as long as it took be to devour the Science and Technology section and read the headline articles. I must have been the most well informed newspaper boy to be sacked in the midlands.

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    1. Well that's almost boring for you!
      I would have thought you would have been an apprentice serial killer or something

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  42. Haha, John, here goes.
    My first job was as an opera singer (second, third and current job for that matter) First professionally paid job was to sing Adonis (does that surprise you?) in Venus and Adonis by John Blow. Sadly I was butchered by a wild boar at the end of that, with copious amounts of tomato puree on face and body, dying a horrible death, surrounded by weeping courtiers. There is possibly a photo i can unearth of me looking ethereal and gorgeous (not).

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    1. An opera singer! Well that bloody takes the biscuit !

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  43. My first job was working for an optician. I was 16 and worked with a lady who was 53 and was a bit of a bitch to me. She was married but having an affair - so all very exciting. All the men in her life had dogs names! Her husband's 1st name was "Major" and her lover was "Rex"!! When I was left alone to run the shop with another 16 year old, we rang and had an hours long conversation with "the" David Attenborough, who's telephone number we had aquired ! That was 1976! Thanks for asking about the dicky ticker - I keep getting a bit low and depressed, but Gaz is doing a grand job of picking me up xxxxx

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  44. My very first paying job... picking poison ivy out of the neighbors goose berry bushes, my mom "farmed me out" when the neighbors all discovered I didn't get poison ivy rash... couldn't do it now, because I have developed an allergy to it. Second paying job setting tomato plants in large fields. I have always been a worker.

    good times...eh?
    Joyce

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  45. Summer job between high school and college at my father's workplace as a sort of secretary. My qualification was one typing class. First three days I was in empty office practicing. My first assignment was working for my father as his secretary was out sick. I went and cried in the bathroom when I was told, I thought he would be awful(after hearing him talk about his secretary at dinner) BUT he was wonderful! Thankfully only worked for him for 2 days and didn't have to try his patience for long.

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  46. OMG did you have to remind me of my first job? Aged 14 I worked at Pickets Lock Sports Centre in the cafe. One of the items on the menu was hot dog. Not an innocent hot dog, oh no. I had to pull a length of French bread over what can only be described as a hot dildo, so making a hole down the centre of the bread. Then the dog had to be pushed into the hole. What filthy-minded chef designed that one I wonder?

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  47. My first job was “Kennel Manager” at the Ardley Kennels in Bicester, Oxfordshire. In other words chief pooper scooper, and I have been scooping poop ever since.

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  48. my first job was a paper round. My parents said I had to get a job. I lasted 3 weeks, I was really quite happy to deliver the papers. Sunday was quite a hard slog as it had all the extras and mags in. Being so small the bag dragged a little on the floor...

    I think it scared my Mother to death and I am sure she followed me. it was all cut short as I had to go into a block of flats and deliver to an older man who kept me talking etc he gave me the willies as he always came out. it was a "would you like to see my puppies", moment. and the lady who lived next door to him rushed out one day, shouted at him that he was a pervert and that she would call the police and that she knew my Mum and was going to tell her when she saw her.

    By the time I got home my mum had been to the newsagents with my dad and that was that.

    I then had a job in a bakery, where I had to wear a peaked hat with a hair net. OH THE SHAME OF THAT HAT. it gave me nightmares.

    Love this post! and all the comments

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      You could have used a different phrase than ' giving you the willies '
      Tee hee

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    2. LOL i think this one should be the tops for the proper use of the phrase "the willies" !!!

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    3. When I think of it though, at the time I was more worried about the hat at the bakery!

      he really was odd. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, he probably thought it was weird I was delivering the papers as I was very short for my age and only now am I 5 foot on a really good day.

      I suppose there aren't many paper boys now due to the internet...

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  49. Summer job working for a psychiatrist who was researching gambling addiction. I had to buy all the papers and see if the betting tipsters were right-his theory was that if you could cure the high of winning then the addiction would be gone. I earned a lot of money that summer the tipsters were good and he also paid well. He was also Indian and made some fab dishes as well. :D

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    1. Bloody hell that's an interesting one too!

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    2. It was brilliant, i had loads of dosh and had other part time jobs at the same time. Paid for my first holiday abroad :D

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  50. My first job, which I did for three summers, was as a laundry boy at a large general hospital. Each day, I collected and washed over four tons (dry weight) of pissy, shitty, bloody, pukey laundry.

    I did the unpleasant part of the job as quickly as possible, but otherwise, I LOVED the fantastic work environment in the hospital. I was paid a full union wage, about 2.5 times more than my teenaged peers were getting. Cheers, Alan.

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    2. No, I now work in another people profession: I'm a high school teacher. I absolutely love every moment that I'm in class with my students ... it's so much fun working with young people!

      But it I had to change careers or needed a "retirement job", volunteer or otherwise, it would definitely be in the health care field.

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  51. First paying job was salesgirl at Woolworth's in Llanelli. I was 15 and worked Saturdays for the princely sum of 15 shillings - 10 to Mum and 5 to me. If I was lucky I got to work the record counter and play the latest Beatles' or Motown. But mostly I sold plastic kitchen ware - no cute guys there!

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  52. My first job was on a Fox Hunting farm owned by some rich man from Chicago. I was young and was quite shocked by the "hand" breeding that took place with the horses. The stallion had to be teased by the mare, then she had to be soaped up and disinfected, followed by the same routine for the stud. I thought I would die of embarrassment when the manager actually helped the stud enter the mare. The whole time I was thinking to myself, "Don't they manage that quite nicely on their own in the wild?"
    Another highlight was the 5 gallon buckets of soupy dog poop that I had to shovel from the dog runs, and when the run off system was clogged, you had to climb into a pit of dog poo that was about knee deep and the consistency of soup.
    The manager's husband decided to take rodent control into his own hands one night and filled the 5 gallon muck buckets with a few inches of water and then sprinkled oats on top. Why he didn't feel it necessary to share his "rat trap" idea with me is unclear, but suffice it to say that as I groggily staggered into the feed room the next morning, I got quite the surprise. There were 6 very large rats floating in the water and once I stopped screaming and running, I stomped to the house to give that thoughtless clod a piece of my mind. Once at the house, I raised my fist to knock, and what do I see but a butt naked man standing at the stove stirring his coffee. Lord only know why I didn't just quit right then and there.
    And that was only a couple of my lovely days at that place. Makes me wonder why I still love horses so much.

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      Bloody hell it's all imprinted into you memory eh?

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    2. Don't know if you will win but Oh My Goodness I laughed so hard reading this !

      cheers, parsnip

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    3. ACCCKKK!!! Kelly, That wasnt Tempel Smith Farms, was it? Thats where I grew up - next to that place! I dated the gameskeepers son!!!! and I was best friends with the farm managers daughters!!!! Oh Gawd I hope this naked man wasnt the gameskeeper or the farm manager? CRAP; now I have a vivid picture thought of both of them naked....and its not pretty. ew. you poor POOR thing. And yes, if you also met the Austrian riders who came in the summertime to ride the Lippizans, then you were seriously scarred, but only if you drank with them...not that i would know or anything...

      She wins, John!

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    4. Drinking was another thing they did well when fox hunting, don't get me started about their ritual of Blessing the Hounds every fall!!! There was champagne brunch complete with silver service dinnerware, wine by the truck loads, the Jewish Princess girlfriend that the owner flew into from New York for the day.......she was the same age as his daughter. What did I do during all of this you ask? You guessed it.....shovel crap so none of the rich folks knew that dogs and horses actually shit!!! And yes John, it's burned into my memory. And no Feral Woman, it wasn't Tempel Smith Farms, but sounds like it could have been.

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  53. age 16, working in a small local variety store, had to dust all the fucking glass shelves (I HATE DUSTING!), and shadow the customers constantly (the owners were afraid of someone stealing their cheap-ass junk). they paid me in cash so that they did not have to report to the IRS for tax purposes. sleazy operation for sure!

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      Such is a side effect of a coal fire

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  54. Am I too late?? My first job was making cotton-candy at a booth at a county fair. It was July so it was hot and sticky work as the air from the machine would blow in my face, causing my face and hair to have cotton candy stuck to it. When I got home at night I'd get in show and the steam would fill the air with the sweet-sticky smell of cotton candy. I did it for 10 days. I was 17, and I can honestly say that I have not had any cotton candy since and can't stand the smell of it....

    Too much info, but a pretty rotten first job that paid some pretty cash so I was happy at the end of it!

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  55. Mine's boring. I mowed lawns and baby sat until I was old enough to get a real job. First real job - Tastee Freeze, serving up ice cream cones, etc.

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  56. Comptometer Operator for the Post Master General - 15 years old and earning $28 a week plus overtime. I was so rich! If you don't know what a comptometer was http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comptometer

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  57. I will choose a worthy winner when I return from the big smoke

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  58. Am I too late ! ..... manning the fortune telling machine on Brighton Pier... I got the job but didn't turn up - I didn't see a future in it !

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  59. Oh all right then - I worked as a Saturday boy on the pets and gardens section (when they used to have one) of Boots the Chemist at Woking. I served Russ Conway once, and he paid by cheque for a tin of dog-food for his poodle, because I refused to allow him credit. He actually said, "Do you know who I am?!"

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  60. I shifted between three stores at the end of the road, all owned by the same family...sorting knitting needles and wool in the first; sweeping up hair and mixing Ensure drinks for the owner of the salon in the second and cutting off the moldy cheese and re-wrapping and pricing it in the mini-market. Not sure what my title was!

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  61. Estate Agents secretary - urgh it was awful. I locked myself in the toilets and sobbed my eyes out after about a month when I had booked something incorrectly and the boss decided to rebuke me with a saliva enhanced foul mouthed tirade... he was going to be my father in law but fortunately I saw that the son was a carbon copy and I left! (Job and impending wedded unbliss!)

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  62. When I left school at 15, I went to work in a small high class leather shop in the town centre. It was a pokey hole, three story's high, with a narrow staircase not much wider that a ladder. It was crammed full of every type of handbag and case you could think of, in just about every colour. It was my job to keep the place clean. I spent five days dusting every single item in there. The manager was creepy, I'm sure he was having it off with the other assistant as they kept disappearing upstairs for half an hour or so. Five days was enough, he paid me £5 10 shillings, and I didn't go back.

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  63. First job, being a bloody counsellor and audience to a narcissistic mother. Since I was about two...never got a pay heck either.

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