I'm feeling nostalgic because my baby started her first job today. She's 13 and she's bussing tables at this local Inn/Restaurant. She looked so cute going off to work....

So I started reflecting on my first job. I worked with my best friend at this pizza place. The boss (Irene) loved my friend and hated me. She would give me all the shitty jobs. My friend would be taking orders and using the cash register and I would be cutting onions and folding pizza boxes.

On my last day (not yet known to me) I came into work and she told me she wanted me to thoroughly clean the pin ball machine and the juke box. You can not imagine what goes on in the back of a pin ball machine after 10 years with no cleaning. It was a very disgusting, time consuming job. When I was finished she called me over to a booth in the dining room and, with cigarette dangling from her long manicured fingers, told me..."This isn't working out."

those bloody kids wouldn't leave me alone!!!



i had to bite them, low and behold, they caught the dreaded B-Virus







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I once popped popcorn for 12 hour shifts in a cinema, alone, in a 10x10ft sweatbox with no windows, with only a 50 minute lunch break to scrape together some shards of sanity before going back to The Machine.

Number23 said:

That would've been hell on my hair and skin.
Like buttah.....

No real story here. I worked at a grocery store. Tagging shit and stocking the damn shelves. After a while I got to know a lot of regulars. One particular old lady came in twice a day at the same damn time everyday day. She was a pain in the ass. Always asking about shit and complaining. Smelly old bitch too. Did my best to avoid her.

Fleshofmyflesh said:

It wasn't all bad. I had a lot of thime to think and read. I learned everything they should have taught us in school and forgot the socially conditioning establishment approved lies they did.

Number23 said:

But what about your skin and hair ?

Fleshofmyflesh said:

I've tried, but I just can't look unattractive.

Number23 said:

Fleshofmyflesh said:

I wasn't kidding. I was never out of fights when i was young for being that wee bit prettier than the usual hairy arsed Scotsman. Nose broken, fractured cheekbone, broken teeth, blackened eyes, broken ribs, - but those flaws now lend me a sexy hardass edge that the ladies just lurve. And I also learned how to use my fists, so I'm a warrior now too.
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When I was fifteen, my father bought a laundry mat, so I suppose that was technically my first job, but due to the fact I had no choice in the matter, I'm not counting it.

My first "real job" was at the Sanders-Brown Center on Aging at the University of Kentucky. I worked specifically in the Alzheimer's disease research program called: BRAINS. Basically, people over the age of sixty joined the program, were psychologically, neurologically, and physically tested anually, and bi-annually, respectively, for free. In exchange, they agree to donate their brain to the study of Alzheimer's when they die.

There were several groups... the people with A.D. who joined the program without, those who were still a-okay with no family history, and those who were in a high-risk sort of group.

I never worked with those with a.d. I mostly did bitch work for this AWFUL lady who snorted her food and had a fake laugh calld Gail. I ate lots of Krispy Kremes, and did tons of work in the databases, checking patient files against the computer, editing errors, and finding out who fucked up and how to fix it. I also escorted elderly people to their appointments in the hospital, and I attended an autopsy on one occasion.

are you ever off the org??? :eeek:

REDFEATHERS said:

Sometimes...but when I'm here I try to contribute something of value.

Fleshofmyflesh said:

OMG

REDFEATHERS said:

Yes. That was valuable. Oh your god, indeed.

REDFEATHERS said:

Granted, it's not of the dead kitty calibur, but I do try....

Fleshofmyflesh said:

who is the bitchy one now?

REDFEATHERS said:

You started it.

Fleshofmyflesh said:

I love that one.

Number23 said:

gemini13 said:

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Nero said:

gemini13 said:

I quit my very first job after the first day because they wouldn't let me hold the animals unless if I was 18 (pet shop) and the lady didn't like latinos...
so..
I was like

oh yea?



I quit my very second job after the second day cause I got into a huge argument with my father. Not just that the man (boss) walked up behind me and pushed against me and i almost kicked his ass.

My very third job I lasted one month. It was a catering buisness and I quit because I got a severe burn on my hand and they did not give a damn. Also they tried using me as a translator instead as a waitress. I said..."I am not getting paid to be a translator had I been I wouldn't be working here..."

and now at my current job I am doing well and finally like the enviornment. Its ok....I just hate working.

Nero said:

I guess republicans weren't eligible then?



What was that like!?

My first real job was at the International Office at Stockholm University. I accidentally messed up the budget so that it looked like we had lost over $150.000. Fortunately, I managed to locate the money and correct the error.

It was a decent job I suppose, talking with foreign universities and arranging for student exchange. The most "fun" I had was when I sorted out an administrative mess at a British university that had left a Swedish exchange student without residence and money. She was crying and crying but when I'd yelled at the right people and everything was put in order she was so happy that it made my whole month.

My first job was a "bagger" at a grocery/variety store.....not too interesting. I was about 15 or 16.

When I was 15, I worked din an neighborhood grocery store that sold pizza, steaks, and otoher fast fast. They also had an ice cream counter, which is where I worked.
I made sundaes, milkshaakes, cones, etc. I f*cking HATED it because of the owners and the customers. The owners were some of the most racist, ignorant ass people I ever met. The owner was this greasy Italian guy (don't get offended Italians - I'm Italian myself) and his wife was Asian. She wasn't any better than him. The worst one was his sister - complete and total bitch. I used to love when his sister would cuss her out, though.
I digess, bottom line: the owners sucked as people, weren't nice to me (they knew I didn't share their views) and the customers were just like them.

Haha, I worked as a bagboy at a supermarket. After one year, they told me I had vacation time. So I took a weeks vacation. When I returned to work, my redneck boss told me "We made a mistake, you didn't work enough hours last year to warrant and paid vacation time"

I was pissed, but I let it go. I told my parents and they agreed that was unprofessional of them. Well, without asking me, my mother went to the store one day to "speak" to the boss about it, even though my old man told her not to.

Well, my REDNECK boss insulted her and told her to mind her business.

I went in that day and told him "If you ever speak to my mother or anyone that I know like that again, I'll kick the living shit out of you! You fucking redneck piece of shit! I'll be in to pick up my check on payday!"

I proceeded to throw one of the stand up signs down on the floor to reinforce my point. LOL

I came in to pick up my check like I said, and he says to me "Should I bother scheduling you anymore?"

What an idiot.

Oh yeah, I worked with an Italian kid, Joe, he came up to me and said
"That was the fucking greatest thing I've ever seen Chris" LOL
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