First Job (Page 2)

Heh...for me, I worked at a Ski Resort during the winter selling overpriced lift tickets to rich little boys and girls.

During the summers, I'd pull midnight shift at the local RPS (like UPS or FexEx).  Unloading trailer trucks (all by hand) for 4 to 8 hours in the summer heat.  Talk about a buff freaking body though.  Damn.  I miss those days.  I held the record for the fastest full trailer unload (45 mins).  God Bless Platex panties!!!!

Okay, am I the only one that thinks JENG and VMR719 are the same people (or at least, twins separated at birth)?

My first job was my best job.  I worked at a sailboat shop.  I learned how to assemble sailboats, how to sail, how to stitch sail cloth, how to repair fiberglass, and how to make a living in flip-flops.  It was a killer job.  Here I was in High School, in 1977, making $20 an hour giving sailing lessons to new sailboat owners.  It was the best!

Our shop was dedicated to Hobie Cats and other small, racing oriented multi-hull sailing craft.  Our largest catamaran was called a Stiletto, it was huge and I actually was able to ski behind it (on two skis).

Definitely not alone on that one!

I started working when I was 13 and washed school buses for a summer. In the fall I picked apples. All the glory of climbing trees was fun for about the first half hour. Then it just sucked! I spent the next two summers working the graveyard shift washing motorcoaches. I learned how to drive a stick though. Lots of glory in those jobs.

Spent a summer working in the office of a department store.  They have a store credit card, like the Macy card thing.  Most of my job was to type addresses to send promotion letters/statements to the clients.  For some clients whom had not log activities for a long time and their card expires, I had to call and ask if they'd like to renew and if they were not happy with the service.  Got yelled at many time.  Main reason was that the products are too expensive in the store.  Like it was my decision....

My first summer job was at age16 working in at a dry cleaner.  Talk about hot!  Spent the days finding ways to stay school (water bottle spray fights with the cute cashier-- the one with the hoodlum boyfriend-- were fun) and to avoid being scarred with burns from the pressing machine. The summer was a success as I ended it with no scars, from either the pressing machine or the boyfriend..