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Hard to say. My grandmother paid me $20 to memorize the beattitudes one afternoon. Later, a carny paid me $5 to blow up balloons in the dart toss game at the Strawberry Festival. Watch out for those darts. The first job I got a paycheck for was soldering a patch bay the Arena Theater, but that was just for one week. My first steady job was hawking Ricoh cameras at Total Camera in a strip center in Almeda Mall's parking lot. We got a bonus for every Ricoh we sold, and a deduction from our paycheck if we ever sold the weekly advertised special.

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I got all excited when I read the line "a carny paid me $5 to......"

Not quite the payoff I hoped for, but still. Taking money from a carny. Nice work.

At 15 my first 'real job' was at the Long John Silvers on Mason Rd (recently replaced by a horrid Panda Epxress). With the requisite 19 year old stoner assistant manager. Good times, indeed. ;)

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I got all excited when I read the line "a carny paid me $5 to......"

Not quite the payoff I hoped for, but still. Taking money from a carny. Nice work.

Thanks. My sister was in the Miss Strawberry beauty pageant, so I had an evening to kill wandering around the midway. I had no money until the dart toss lady hired me.

At 15 my first 'real job' was at the Long John Silvers on Mason Rd (recently replaced by a horrid Panda Epxress). With the requisite 19 year old stoner assistant manager. Good times, indeed. ;)

Cool. One of my best friends in high school was the stoner manager of the LJS on Fuqua. He was a certified Master Fish Cutter.

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1. Briefly at Lenox Barbecue age 15

2. Holiday Inn - Wayside/45 busboy age 16

3. Burger King - on now infamous gritty Telephone Road/Winkler age 16 :ph34r::D

Kind of interesting to be serving the strippers/hookers just across the street! "services rendered"

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Voter Consumer Research. We did political surveys mostly. We were allowed to make up whatever name we wanted. I'll never forget the time I was "Nomar" when I called Boston and got cussed out like a mother from a heavy accented Bostonian and then the time I was "Kobe" when I called LA and they guy said, "yeah, and I'm shaq." The LA guy was nice to me.

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Early years... 11, 12 years old - Lawns. $10/lawn. Front and back.

...14 through 18 (during the school year)... worked on a "ranch" - did ALL KINDS of work, mostly helped with home remodeling (by the time it was all said and done, took an 1100 square foot farm house, turned it into 3000+ square feet of living space, over 4 years.) I'm not afraid to tear into anything now, when it comes to home improvement.

...15 through 16 (during the summers)... worked as a grocery bagger, Bagger #77, in the Los Angeles Air Force Base Commissary, El Segundo, CA. I was the *the only* white bagger, out of probably 30 of us. I was also the youngest. Most everybody else lived in Compton/Watts... we all worked for tips only (no background checks for these people, or child labor laws to worry about; there was no official pay roll). Talk about reverse racism - not from the other baggers, we all got along fine - but the customers! I would be walking back from the parking lot... and I would hear: "Hey WHITIE!" - from another white customer. Alrighty then. There would be 20 of us, standing in line, waiting for the next checkout station... talk about someone who really stood out... I tell you what... you get a good appreciation of what others must have to live with in their lives when it comes to discrimination and not "fitting in" working a job like that.

...17, 18 (during the summers)... worked for an industrial controls company, in Houston. I would go on "driver's runs" ALL OVER Houston... Deliver and pickup all kinds of parts, materials, etc.

Then college. Finally, have a decent job.

EDIT: I couldn't resist. I had to go find a photo of the old place, the LAAFB Commissary.

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...and I think that's the guy who called me names!!! STILL THERE! (just kidding)...

DOUBLE EDIT: The tip-only bagging... was quite lucrative: $40 to $60/day, on a weekday. Up to $100 on a Saturday. Most people tipped well... but some would burn you (bagging and pushing SIX full carts of groceries... and nothing. - luckily that didn't happen too often.)

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Let's see....

Delivered newspapers at age 12 (that seems so young now). Got paid $20 a week. Hit the big time at 14 when I took over two routes that converged at my house. Made 40 bucks a week then. Still got my tax returns for my $1300 annual income. :lol:

At 15, I went to work at Wake Forest University, cleaning educational films. Got paid a whopping $1.60 an hour, even though minimum wage was $2.10. Maybe because of my age.

At 16, I began driving a school bus for the Catholic school. That was the big time! Got paid $4.25 per shift, which took slightly more than an hour to drive. For grins, I would drive to Wake Forest on Sundays and shuttle college kids to the Catholic church. In North Carolina, you could drive a bus at 16. The busses had a governor to hold speeds to 35 mph (of course mine ran up to 55).

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I mowed lawns of course, but my first paycheck came from Godfather's Pizza. I was hellagood at making those pies. I was making about $8hr or so, because I made pizzas but I helped deliver also. This was 1986. I got tired of all the driving around so I got a job at a placed called The Chocolate Emporium at San Jac Mall, I was one of those guys who used the big OAR to fold chocolate into those huge fudge logs on the granite table. Pretty tough gig, I hated it immensely !

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The summer before I was in the second grade my dad took me to the farm and paid me a nickel per weed hoed in the cotton patch. I think I made like $5 in a week and thought I was rich!

First real job was slinging hamburgers at a local fast food joint in the 10th grade. Three months later that was also the first job I ever quit. Even today I think back to how miserable that was, coming home smelling like grease and coated in goo. Not to mention the horrible management.

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I mowed lawns of course, but my first paycheck came from Godfather's Pizza. I was hellagood at making those pies. I was making about $8hr or so, because I made pizzas but I helped deliver also. This was 1986. I got tired of all the driving around so I got a job at a placed called The Chocolate Emporium at San Jac Mall, I was one of those guys who used the big OAR to fold chocolate into those huge fudge logs on the granite table. Pretty tough gig, I hated it immensely !

which godfathers location?

The summer before I was in the second grade my dad took me to the farm and paid me a nickel per weed hoed in the cotton patch. I think I made like $5 in a week and thought I was rich!

First real job was slinging hamburgers at a local fast food joint in the 10th grade. Three months later that was also the first job I ever quit. Even today I think back to how miserable that was, coming home smelling like grease and coated in goo. Not to mention the horrible management.

local where, here in h-town?

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local where, here in h-town?

Nah, I grew up in San Angelo. It was actually an Austin based chain called "Short Stop" but it was locally owned and operated. I think they're still in Austin, but the San Angelo location disappeared a few years ago and there is now a Starbucks on the site.

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Nah, I grew up in San Angelo. It was actually an Austin based chain called "Short Stop" but it was locally owned and operated. I think they're still in Austin, but the San Angelo location disappeared a few years ago and there is now a Starbucks on the site.

Short Stop! My friends used to live right near South First and Congress in Austin, and we often thanked the baby jeebus that there was a Short Stop in the parking lot right at the end of their street.

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I worked in the dairy department of an A&P. One day I cut myself horribly with a box cutter and sprayed blood all over the cheese section. When I got back from the hospital many hours later, just in time for closing, everything was just as I had left it. Nobody bothered to clean it up, and nobody bought any cheese that day.

I still have the scar.

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A&P rocked!! Except for the blood and what not. Cheap, not so clean, and never crowded. Did they have those in Houston or did you grow up somewhere else? We definitely had them in Baton Rouge.

Someone mentioned 31 flavors, that is where my friends worked in high school. Awesome. I spent almost as much time there as they did. When we weren't eating things, we played such games as scoop baseball (ziploc bag, wooden bat, play until messy), whipped cream baseball (yeah, cans busted), and topping wars. You would think topping wars sounds tame, but a cold M&M is not soft. I was glad I wasn't the one paid to clean up on those nights. Customers would walk in like "WTF"?? But they were rarely ever scared away from ordering their 3 scoops. People were addicted to that junk. And now my friends have abnormal cake-icing skills that have impressed the ladies on more than one occasion.

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I worked in the dairy department of an A&P. One day I cut myself horribly with a box cutter and sprayed blood all over the cheese section. When I got back from the hospital many hours later, just in time for closing, everything was just as I had left it. Nobody bothered to clean it up, and nobody bought any cheese that day.

I still have the scar.

cut AWAY from yourself, not TOWARDS yourself, Editor

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cut AWAY from yourself, not TOWARDS yourself, Editor

Actually, the problem was "across" horizontally.

I got a similar injury a year later on the same hand while carving a pumpkin. My hand went down, the knife stayed up, and now I can no longer bend my pinky. I can bend it if I push it with the other hand, but I cut right through all the muscles and tendons and things down to the bone so now I can't move it with my mind. I guess if I'd told my mother she would have taken me to the hospital to have them sewn back on, but I was 17 and listened to enough Depeche Mode that I didn't really feel pain back then.

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First paycheck was in 1994-95 from Lloyd's Photography on FM 1960, working Saturdays from 6 am until we were done shooting kids soccer and baseball individual and team pictures. It was actually a lot of fun. Six bucks an hour, too.

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At the age of (probably) 6, I determined that decent money (being spare change, when you're that young) could be made by loading up my Radio Flyer wagon with rocks from my family's property and carting them seemingly-vast distances as part of a door-to-door sales operation targeting the neighbors.

I am told that when one neighbor asked why he ought to buy my rocks when he had perfectly good rocks on his property already, I responded, "mine are better." And they were (not that I probably understood it). After all, I'd collected them from the former Tonkawa indian campsite that was on our property and didn't realize I was actually selling cultural artifacts. So, by probable accident, I actually made a few bucks.

Considering my pattern of investments and improbable returns in recent years, not all that much has changed. ^_^

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First paycheck was from Outback Steakhouse in Humble as a busboy. That was the grossest and one of the most fun jobs I ever had as working in a restaurant is like working on the set of a real life soap opera, especially for a 15-16 year old kid. I look back on it now and think about the bartender that offered to take me to San Antonio to see the Beastie Boy's and wonder what he was thinking....of course this is the same guy that was constantly hitting on the 16-17 year old hostesses...In fact, now that I think of it, that was quite an introduction for a teenage kid to drugs, alcohol, sex, and all the drama that comes with it.

The worst parts of the job were trash duty (seafood and prime rib make disgusting trash) and bathroom cleanup (especially the womens restroom)...lets just say the delusion that some men have of women not going #2 was ruined for me....

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Paper route during the summer when I was in Jr High. I delivered the Houston Press. The front and back page was pink on some days. I threw the papers from my bike, out of bags on a rack I had mounted on the back. I had 50 customers and collected $1.10 from each at the end of the month. I cleared about $20/mo.

First job during the summer in high school was at then City National Bank downtown. I rode the bus from home, to downtown and back, every day. My main job was placing the written checks in a machine that punched holes in them. I also got to photocopy checks daily and the statements before they went out at the end of the month. When things were slow, I was sent down to the vault to empty the very heavy bags of coins into machines that would count the correct number of coins that went into the roll paks. I would then crease the tops of the rolls over and slam them onto a steel block to seal them shut. I made pretty good money for a HS kid at that time... $150/mo.

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First paycheck was from Outback Steakhouse in Humble as a busboy. That was the grossest and one of the most fun jobs I ever had as working in a restaurant is like working on the set of a real life soap opera, especially for a 15-16 year old kid. I look back on it now and think about the bartender that offered to take me to San Antonio to see the Beastie Boy's and wonder what he was thinking....of course this is the same guy that was constantly hitting on the 16-17 year old hostesses...In fact, now that I think of it, that was quite an introduction for a teenage kid to drugs, alcohol, sex, and all the drama that comes with it.

The worst parts of the job were trash duty (seafood and prime rib make disgusting trash) and bathroom cleanup (especially the womens restroom)...lets just say the delusion that some men have of women not going #2 was ruined for me....

Did you ever get scared when you went to clean up the women's bathroom and a toilet seat was actually left up ?

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Mowed lawns like everyone else but first actual paycheck came from washing dishes and busing tables at Bonanza Steak House on Stella Link. Pay was crappy but I did eat good. Especially when the manager left.

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Did you ever get scared when you went to clean up the women's bathroom and a toilet seat was actually left up ?

Never happened, but I think tranny activity in the area was generally low. I was mostly surprised that the difference in the women's and men's bathroom cleanliness was pretty small...men just "miss" a little more...

one of the best perks was the free meals after closing shifts...by the time I quit I was actually sick of steak..and after working in and cleaning the kitchen, I had no qualms about eating there, it was a well run place.

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First regular paycheck was working in the warehouse at one of those catalog showroom places after school and on weekends. I loved it!

Picking tomatoes at a greenhouse. Summer job when I was 14. Naaaaaaaasty work for the princely sum of 1.75 an hour.

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Actually, the problem was "across" horizontally. I got a similar injury a year later on the same hand while carving a pumpkin. My hand went down, the knife stayed up, and now I can no longer bend my pinky. I can bend it if I push it with the other hand, but I cut right through all the muscles and tendons and things down to the bone so now I can't move it with my mind. I guess if I'd told my mother she would have taken me to the hospital to have them sewn back on, but I was 17 and listened to enough Depeche Mode that I didn't really feel pain back then.

Mrs. Porchman does not like my handling knives. BTW, I often cut myself when listening to Depeche Mode. ^_^

MY JOBS:

12-16... Mowing lawns

17... Food prep/bussing/dishes at a fondue restaurant. I have a valuable cheese sauce with kirche recipe.

18... Working for a small opera company.

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Voter Consumer Research. We did political surveys mostly. We were allowed to make up whatever name we wanted. I'll never forget the time I was "Nomar" when I called Boston and got cussed out like a mother from a heavy accented Bostonian and then the time I was "Kobe" when I called LA and they guy said, "yeah, and I'm shaq." The LA guy was nice to me.

heh, I worked across the street from you at the Gallup Poll

my 1st job was a busboy at Los Cucos

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I was an usherette at the late, great Windsor Theater on Richmond. All summer long they played "Ice Station Zebra." I saw the same parts over and over and over.

OOOOOOOOOO, I envy you a little for that job back then. I saw my favorite movie of all time, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, 3 times there. First time I remember any theater handing out promo posters for the movie. I had like 8 or 9 of them.

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We once ran a fire work stand in summer! 1977ish? Way out by Lake Houston area Beaumont Hwy? Seems like a zillion moons ago. That was a real eye opener. Have a pic I took with my "new" Pronto instamatic camera.

Those firework stands gather a wild crowd I tell ya. We torched most of our stock but had a blast doing it. B)

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