I feel your pain man.

not a bad job.

Great job.

I was a sixteen year old kid hanging out with a lot of really hot college girls at work. Made a couple of very good friends there as well. Still probably the most fun I’ve had at any job. That was 13 years ago now. Still remember it like it was yesterday, damn time flies.

Very happy to have avoided the fast food gig. Good luck kmacsm.

I remember it more for hooking up with my coworkers than actually doing any work.

“I work at the subway on bee caves in westlake…”

I work in the Chase Bank office more-or-less across the street. Well, my office is there. Mostly I work at home.

Anyway, first real job was food service at Six Flags Over Texas in Arlington. Was a great way to meet people from other schools/cities. Mostly stocked fruit-juice carts that summer then graduated to ‘management,’ Starting salary: $3.25 per hour, 10 cents under minimum wage because it was a season job. So an eight-hour shift grossed you $26.

Started when I was 15, and reffed pretty much every Saturday all the way through high school. The job is exhausting, but the money wasn’t bad at all.

a F’ing ripoff, 8.50 for a foot long?

WTF

Sacking groceries is possibly the most boring job in the world.
I worked at Subway for close to 2 years (left for 3 months in the middle of those 2 years). I didn’t like it very much at all. Hopefully your owner isn’t as cheap as mine was. The highest my pay got to (omitting the time that I was a “shift leader”) was 6.35/hour.

If you’ve ever lived in rural Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Iowa, Missouri, or Kansas, you KNOW what I mean.

Texans? Maybe not.

You wake up at 4 in the morning and spend 10+ hours a day walking through fields pulling the very top part out of corn plants. It’s not fun. It’s not particularly lucrative. And walking through the fields is brutal on your ankles and knees.

Was helping this guy my Dad knew paint and fix up apartments one summer. It wasn’t really a “job” job, if you get the drift, I wasn’t officially on any payroll, but it was an interesting way to earn some cash.

I picked up some painting and general fix-it tips, and one time I even helped retile a bathroom. Well, sort of anyway – my roll in most of that was being stuck on my hands an knees chipping away at a second layer of old encrusted linoleum we’d found after pulling up the original layer. .

Everything you probably think that goes with the title. Food preparation, cooking, serving, waiting, cleaning. . .

Very basic stuff. A lot of fun, though.

Checker/bagger at what was once Simon David and now is a complete ghetto Tom Thumb. Started as a checker, while all of my friends were baggers. Hated the fact that I had to stay inside while they would get to go outside, smoke cigs and get tips for taking bags to cars, so I asked for the demotion and got it. It was great until I got fired for taking extended breaks to Subway where another friend was working. My manager came in and told me and my bud to “turn in our bowties, you two are done.” Hilarious.

It was either Taco Bueno, or a summer camp my cousin ran in South Texas. I worked as a counselor there.

Golf cart washer at Twin Wells Golf Course.

Freaking fantastic high school job if you like golf. Get to spend your days at the course, and it’s a lazy job except for opening or closing.

Plus you get all the free golf you want when you’re not working. Man I loved that job.

I was a church organist and choir director at 14. I got $7 per service, $7 for choir rehearsal. I got very good at multiples of 7 for my monthly invoices. My most fun jobs, though, were in college. I made $4 an hour in a meatball factory, and the next year $8 moving furniture with a fun group of guys.

Good luck with your meatballs.

It was good pay, but I couldn’t handle a boss who made Buck Showalter seem hands-off.
Now I’m working as a checker at Tom Thumb and playing piano part-time at various arbitrary places.

And no I’m not this guy

at a sandwhich shop called TOGO’s in California….they have the BEST Pastrami sandwich I’ve found. I wish they’d open TOGO’s out here in Florida =(

was at Cinemark Theaters. Not a bad job for a 16 year old; I had a lot of fun. I definitely miss the custom made jalapeño popcorn.

friend’s family owned a donut palace in plano and one in frisco… it was a great job in that i worked on sunday mornings and would ride into work with his mom at like 2… so as a 17 year old i had no curfew on saturday nites as long as i made it to their house by 2 am… i’d sleep as she drove us there(from mesquite area) and stay asleep in the van until opening around 5.30am… if we got slow they’d give me cash to go get mcdonalds… and i got paid $50 cash a day for working from 5-12… spent most of the time reading the paper… great great gig… used the money for a tank of gas and a round of golf… which i could get both of back then for $50 each week…

though now i can’t eat donuts…

Started a week beforehand helping set up, then when the fair started I got shifted to 10:30 p.m. to 7 a.m. We would start off by cleaning the main grandstand arena, then sweep the main walkway until lunch. After lunch, most other people cleaned the free concert stage areas and they sent me out to re-stripe the dirt parking lot with dolomite.

That was the summer Pepsi was doing the “pop culture” promo where you could collect pop culture sayings like “talk to the hand” on bottle caps and win prizes… I had about 30 of them in my pocket and by boss made me throw them away. There were a lot of cigarette butts to clean up after the Van Halen concert and a lot of beer cups after the Alan Jackson concert… the B-52s concert was pretty benign clean-up wise.

Also, three years later, they finally paved the parking lot.

Concession stand.

Chintzy bastards that they were, they exploited a loophole that permitted them to pay less than minimum wage if you were under 16. Made 2.50 an hour in the 7th/8th grade(1982-3).

It was ok if you worked a stand that didn’t have cotton candy. If you are unfamiliar w/ how cc is made, you have to pour the sugar into a small funnel in the center while the basin is twirling. You inevitably miss, and when you do, thousands of little sugar granules rocket into the air and in your hair, ears, nose and eyebrows. This happens roughly 30 times a day (every damn little brat wants cotton candy! Cotton candy!)

So, by the time you punch out, after you’ve earned a cool 16 post-tax-smackers, and heard every stupid, painfully obvious animal joke in the world 3 times over, you feel like you just got doused with a can and a half of VaVoom hairspray. Jimmy Johnson had nuttin on me, fellas.

7 miles, 62 papers. A whole lot of peddlin for 60 bucks or so a month.

I grounded down welds on dairy tanks. It was on Main just a mile North of the courthouse. LaGrave Field (home of the Ft. Worth Cats) was literally across Main St, but the Cats were defunct at the time. It would have been awesome to get off of work and walk to the ballpark. It would have made that job much more bearable.

My first job was running cattle into pens at the Waxahachie Livestock Exchange. This was around 1983 or 84 when Waxahachie still had a stockyard.

Worked in the dining room of a independent living retirement community. I started just before I turned 15, and stayed there until just after I turned 18. Awful job to stay at for so long, because it was the only place that would hire 14 year olds. So by the time I was 18, I was stuck working with a bunch of people way way way more juvenile than me. Left that and went to work at Eckerd (which was bought by CVS).

Mr Gatti’s on the Square. Denton, Tx.

Pizza maker/marijuana connoisseur

My advice is to quit Subway. Working for yourself is where it’s at.

At age 12 I started mowing lawns at 25 or 30 dollars a pop. This was in 1988. Hard work, but I made as much money as I wanted to make, and it was actually quite a bit. At 15 I bought my first car and fixed up it. By 16 it was ready to roll and I had plenty of money left over that eventually paid for college.

I’ve been on a tractor cutting & baling hay since before my teens. And also worked at almost every stockyard/sale barn around the Navarro, Ellis, & Henderson County areas punching cattle too. I wish that’s all I did today. Still get to go home & cut hay in the summers though! Lots of hard, dirty, shitty work in hard, dirty, shitty weather usually…

I worked here: The Century Tel Center in Patron Services. I.E., completely untrained security. So, the majority of my time there was awkwardly breaking up drunken fights at random Skynard concerts.

The perks were getting to work the “green room” during concerts and eventually getting to have conversations with Flea of RHCP and Snoop Dogg.

As a 16 year old there’s not much better than hanging out at a water park all summer. And when I wasn’t working… free admission for me and a guest.

I was 15, and she was 19… It was during a pretty wild party at my friends h…

Oh, wrong job.

Same year, cleaning out dirt floot chicken coops, then after school started, running a freight elevator in a wholesale warehouse. Went from 50 cents per coop all the way up to 75 cents per hour.

Then construction when I was 17 and 18
Then fence work my first three years of college in Abilene
Then roofing my last year at UNT
Then 8 more months of construction
Am I doomed to manual labor my whole life? That rundown was depressing

a NE chain called “Bob’s Stores”

I worked there for about a month, and quit after being forced to look through trashbags. The reason? I threw out a coupon. Come on.

in South Grand Prairie (off of Carrier just below I-20). It was 1991 and I was 16. I have no idea if that grocery store is still there. I haven’t been in Grand Prairie since I graduated from college.

Started working at Cavenders when I was 16. Great job…mainly because of all the hot girls I got to work with and mess around with. man those were some good times.

Word to the young….stay out of retail unless there are hot girls working there.