What was your first job ever?

My great aunt, Sally Pilschtone, ran a pizza place. I had to make the deliveries in her minivan. But one day, while I was out delivering pizzas, something miraculous happened; something... that forever, would forever change my life.......forever.

A small chihuahua on a leash pulled free of it's owner, and ran out in front of the minivan. I veered off of the road and into a fire hydrant. The fire hydrant shot water up into the air, and landed all over a group of sexy cheerleaders in tight t-shirts. They got really pissed, and together, the 15+ wet vixens tipped over the minivan. What was I going to do?!?! I was going to be late with my delivery. I jumped on the back of the ugliest cheerleader, the burly one with the mustache, and oh my god did she just go wild. It was like trying to tame a wild mustang. With pizza in hand, and 2-liter Pepsi in the other, she finally accepted me as her master, and she galloped all the way to John Jorgenson's house.

I knocked on the door, hoping I made it in time. I heard quick footsteps, and the door opened. It was a man. An average man. A man as small as Minnie-Me in "Austin Powers". A man with banana shoes, a sport jacket, and baggy cut-off Levi jean-shorts, fastened around his waste with a jump-rope. A man with spectacles made out of soggy spaghetti noodles and a smile that could charm a grizzly bear. A man....... with only one arm. Where his left arm should have attached to his shoulder, there was instead, a long, plastic, gravy ladle.

"Well hello there young sir; I trust you've brought my nourishment. HOHOHO!", said the man, in a very awkward, high pitched voice, like a small child asking it's parents for cotton candy at a circus.

"Uhhhh, yes. Please take it and don't talk or look at me anymore. You creepy, midget people give me the free-willies...", I said, successfully, appearing calm, collected, and friendly.

"If you give me that mustache, I'll grant you 2 wishes."

John Jorgenson pointed at the cheerleader's upper lip.

"Sir, you can just have her. I picked her up after she pushed my Great aunt Sally's van over, onto a chihuahua."

With that, I shoved the beefy ***** into the front room of the small house, which smelled like juicy fruit bubblegum, and slammed the door on the fingers of her left hand. As I walked away, I heard a crash inside the house and a small childlike cry of excitement. I didn't want to know what was going on.

About an hour later, I heard a voice in my head.

"Betty spahgetti times three, equals two wishes for you and not for me."

So I said, "Betty Spaghetti, Betty Spaghetti, Betty Spaghetti."

All of a sudden, I felt the strong urge to call out my two greatest desires at the top of my lungs. I yelled out,

"I would take flight for this Turkish delight; Sweet potato pie, in my mind's eye."

Just then, I saw a flash. Approximately 20 feet above my head, I saw a Turkish delight floating in mid-air. It's too bad there was no way to grab it. I tried to think of a way to get up to it, but the only solution I could come up with was sweet potato pie... WTF does that mean???

To this day, I can't solve any difficult problems. When I think too hard, all I can see is sweet potato pie.

That job ruined my life, and my only advice to you is to be very careful when you choose your first job. Oh, and also, try to start out making more than 5 bucks. That's all my Aunt paid me and it was horse ****.

Worked at a laundry sorting company, It was perhaps the worst job Ive ever come acrost.. In the upstairs area *sorting area, they had total lack of ventilation fans, and no A/C - it would go over 110f degrees on a 80f degree day. Could never get the lint out of your nose / mouth ears / hair.. ect.. It paid minimum wage. Some of the fellow employees where very untrustable and devious.. things would go missing all the time, and lots of fights would occur randomly.. with the blame being put on everyone, so everyone would be punished in some sort of way for it.. The laundry being sorted was rather always very nasty, and came from hospitals, hotels, motels, and many other places where who knows what was on them.. And many other reasons this place was horrible.. I was the only one out of like 20 people to last more then 2 days there, on my first week.. I stayed there for 4 months till found a better job. It was slightly enjoyable due to no dress code, but other then that, it was horrible.. 7 day work week.. with 30 minute lunches..

Stanton's Grocery Store, Wilton, NH. A small store in a small town; Family owned for 3 generations. I worked there while going to high school, got in about 23 hours a week. I got around $1.25 per hour. That was great spending money back then but I saved for college and was able to pay for that by myself, no loans. I think I worked there 2 years from 1957 to 1959. Incidentally, in-state students could go to the University of New Hampshire for about $600 a semester and that included dorm room, tuition and eat three meals at the cafeteria. Books were extra but less than 100 bucks for all course books.

I can hardly believe myself that things were once like that.

Store is gone now, post office bought the building and refurbished it for their needs.

Edit; oh yeah, gas was 25 to 29 cents a gallon and a carton of cigs about two bucks. Bread was 15 - 20 cents a loaf.

My first job was working in my dad's drug store at the age of 10 until I was 18. I started making $3.35 per hour and ended up making $5.00 per hour. The first was minimum wage and I ended up making more than that as I got older.

I worked every Saturday from 9-6 running the cash register, stocking shelves etc.

I won't even tell you how long ago that was.

My first job ever was dog sitting for the neighbor. My first real job was at a Pizza place. I don't remember what I started at, but I eventually made $7.50 an hour.

Camera Operator/ Cinematographer

$11 an hour

I cleaned our elderly neighbors home for here every week ...I made $2.50 an hr,,,It was a good paying job than.

I also did babysitting but not til about 1 month after the cleaning job...Babysitting for 3 kids for 50 cents and hr.. I learned alot of to do and not to do's with each job.

I was a flight simulator pilot/instructor for a virtual reality entertainment center in Los Angeles, I made 12 an hour at 16

I cut the grass for several of my neighbors back when I was 12 to 15 years old. I charged 25% of what a lawn service would of charged them.

It was mainly the elderly neighbors, widows and divorced women with children. I made like 20 bucks a lawn, which included weed-eating and raking debris.

That was good money for a kid my age, back in the '70s, and it sure beat having a paper route.

I was a pharmacy technician at walmart in 2000. I made $6.35/hr. And never made a cent more than that in the 3 years I worked there. They never believed in raises.

So, I gave that up and became a biller for a trucking company and make 3 times more than that :)

Baby sitter! I loooooooove little kiddies.

At first I charged 5 bucks an hour, but now I carge 9