My sister hook my up with a weekend only bartender job during summer at a big restaurant with 200 seats.
The bar was 6meters long and 3 meters wide.
I started in the beginning of the summer and in a few weeks I’ve learned the trick.
I remeber I was smoking weed and dealing sometimes from that bar. I was 16 then. And I was weird then and I felt weird and I knew people knew I’m weird. But I’ve still worked. That’s perseverance. The boos would tell me “… The monk or … The hermit”
One time this girl came in and she knew something was off with me (probably something was off with her or a close one). I’ve realise this later.
One guy came in and gave me 6 dollars tip as he was drunk as hell. The usually tip was 1-2 dollars.
I used to be there at 10am and be gone at anywhere between 00 and 4 pm.
I’ve made some money, spend it all on weed.
I worked there two summers. All my friends came to that restaurant then.
Started work as a trolley boy Thursday night and saturday mornings at kmart. $3.17 an hour and my first pay check I burned on buying Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon which was like $15. On cassette too!
Most vivid memory from my first job: 14 years old and working in the kitchen at a McDonald’s franchise. I had walked into the cooler to get more of the slime we pumped onto the Filet-O-Fish sandwiches (utterly amazing that the damned things sell) and found a co-worker taking a whizz into the bucket of pickles. In retrospect, he was at least more motivated than some of my current colleagues, even if it was in very disappointing ways.
I hate fast food and from hearing your stories i doubt i’ll go back, i had an amazing meal at a tgi fridays yesterday with my mum lol, much more upmarket haha
My first job was working at a sea front fair ground that was there for 40 years. I worked there illegally from the age of 13 and wasn’t paid much either. It was pretty exploitative.
Myn first job was as a dishwasher. I was 17 but you had to be 18 to work nights so I lied on my application and put I was 18.
There were 5 of us dishwashers and we all wanted to be promoted to cook. The cooks were the top dogs of the employees. It was cool to be a cook. Us dishwashers were the lowest on the totem pole there and the waitresses were in the middle in status.
I had worked there a couple of months and one night it was slow so I took it upon myself to clean the whole kitchen without anyone asking. I cleaned the entire dishwashing station, I scrubbed walls and cleaned behind the oven and organized all the pots and pans. Coincidently a week or two later a cooking position opened up and I got the job. The manager told me it was because of my initiative in cleaning the kitchen.
Dude normal life like going to classes going to job having family is even better I think
Being in control too because i made a mistake not being in control i can’t be strictly normal
Hope OCD can’t be against me
Hope your life is nice
Mine was at a theater at a concession stand. A girl who rejected me came to the movies with her boyfriend once, that kinda hurt, but altogether not a bad job.
In retrospect I don’t think I support jobs while someone is still in high school. My fave was unloading trucks from afternoon into the late evening for Wal-Mart back in 2003. We wore whatever we wanted and had the radio going while we worked and could also freely carry on conversations while working.
It was like we were just listening to music and having a chat while muscle memory did its thing.
My first job was at a McDonald’s. They started me out on the front register and after a while they trained me in the back making the food. Eventually i got moved to drive-thru and got to wear the cool headset. It was pretty cool as a first job, i guess. Made a little money and met a lot of people. All in all, a good memory.
If you don’t count paper round my first job was at Sainsbury’s. Mostly I was a trolley boy but I used to like it when they put me on checkouts as it was one of the first branches to get barcode scanning. I didn’t like stacking the shelves though. I was in dairy provisions so you had to stack from the back.
I was 15 when I got my first job. I was a weekly maid to one elderly lady. Or, she seemed old to me at least. She used to drive away and leave me alone in her apartment to do my work in solitude. Well, I did anything but clean her apartment. I listened to loud rock and roll music on her stereo, and I ate up any and all food that I liked in her refrigerator. Rarely did she have anything decent though. I think she was onto me. I was a terrible bulimic and I spent all my time in that behavior while I was there. I never did any cleaning. I was just awful.
