your first job
polycounter lvl 18
well recently i got my first real job. i do random things, make calls to elderly folks to make sure they understand the device thingy they bought (medical help thingy or something) or i enter data into computers or something. pretty good for a 16 year olds first job, no? what were your guys first jobs?
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Since I live in Northern California (pretty far north), we'd have a lot of damn Oregonians come through who'd want me to pump their gas for them (in Oregon, they don't have "self-serve" stations). There was one customer in particular that I remember; she was an elderly women who was driving a small RV, and became quite irate because I wouldn't pump her gas. I offered to show her how to pump her own gas, but I told her she'd have to wait until I took care of the customers who were waiting in line. She started yelling insults at me, told me she'd never do business with this gas station again (as if I cared), and stormed off. I just laughed, of course.
it sucked.
Second Job: Same as Keyser, but i worked IN oregon and was that smuck that pumped the gas for you. Didnt mind that job actually except for the dumbshit station owners. Customers werent half-bad.
Third Job: Working in a 16-threate multiplex cleaning up after you fags. The smell of stale popcorn and flat soda mixed with cigarette butts make me barf to this day.
Fourth job: Working in the vast infranstructure that is the amazon.com wharehouse. Taking inventory and packing orders. Not too bad of an upgrade.
Fifth job: Tutoring 3dsmax/photoshop fulltime after classes at the art institute of seattle
Sixth job: 300-unit apartment groundskeeper/asst. manager
Seventh job: game tester..
A year later I discovered that I was allergic to newspaper print though, and the chocolate in the mars bar I ate with a cup of coffee in the morning before doing my route.
My first 'real job' was at 16 working part time on the checkout at Tesco's supermarket. I utterly loathed that job with a passion.
then i was an assistant in a stationary shop at 17...
now i'm an assistant in a newsagents...
suck, suck and suck.
2nd was Cart Pusher for Wal-mart (we claim no responsibilty to damage caused by our carts!)
3rd Wal-Mart Photo-Lab Technitian (lol ya right, Technitian....) (poorly managed, and truth be hold wal-mart hire's anybody)
4th Security guard armed with a Radio! and the phone number for the police... (nice job, but the graveyard shift killed it for me... funny as my partner was a Everquest Geek)
5th Pizza Delevery (very bad job, ringing up mileage on the car, and sending pizza's to cheap ass teenagers in there rich parents house who don't tip *rant*) However I did like that nice $20 tip one delevery at 2 Am.
6th Still at a dead end job working at a Liquor Store.
I was in charge of waste water sampling and AAS calibration.
Since then, I washed dishes, still worked in the skihire, helped out in the hotel and bar of my parents, did freelance stuff, was a paramedic and now fulltime at 4head studios.
Well, technically speaking my first job was being a soldier for the german armed forces but since I couldn't mentally handle the training I got dismissed with mental issues after 9 days.
I've learned that with my eyes I'm not permitted to operate a chainsaw or a forklift and I'm not suited for being a rifleman or anything else that primarily involves shooting (except for artillery).
It only lasted 6 months before the company went under.
My favorate job was when I worked at some rich couples exotic animal farm for a summer. Wallabys, camels, monkeys (including one that bit me, I have a scar to prove it), zebras and more. I learned a ton about foreign animals at that job, was super fun.
Though, I must ask, did you ever feed the lions babies?
I then landed an entry lvl job at U.A.P. doing layout and "design" which wasn't design at all. More than a few times the UAP was switched out for UAC (from doom) in tiny print on the table of contents, yeah we where rebels, ridding the razors edge =P I could tell you about the 4th of july, the truck well, and 3 gallons of film clearer but I wont because this post is dragging on.
My most stressful days was when I had to mow the grass inside the cages.
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Was it with a gas mower? I would think that would piss them off and you would be mauled no matter what!? On the other hand maybe all that noise is what kept you safe? Did you have crazy emergency plans running through your head? Like if one of them charged, you would flip the mower over and use it fend them off?
Rick Stirling wins the thread.
Though, I must ask, did you ever feed the lions babies?
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As in, did I bottle feed cubs? Or do you wonder if I fed ickle babies to the Lions?
Both.
After I graduated college with my degree in painting and drawing and absolutly no idea how to market myself, I ended up working at an Experimental Pathology Laboratory Archive...which ment we stored biological left-overs from animal experiments...rats, dogs, rabbits, mice, fish, cats, monkeys, pretty much anything you can think of, all in various states of "chopped up-ness." As a joke the guys that ran the place took me out to get chinese food for lunch on my first day...this is after 4 hours of pouring chopped up beagles into fresh bags. One day when I was working in the vault (where all this stuff was stored once we refreshed the formaldehyde and replaced the containers) I found a row of dresser sized cabnets with thousands of microscope slides that had peoples names on them. Later I found out they were from autopsies.
James Ball
2. grocery stockboy, aslo worked the night stock shift all night alone when store was closed
3. assistant butcher in the grocery stores meat dept. COLD
4. furniture delivery
5. back to grocery store
6. artist at a little sign shop doing mostly vunyl lettering
7. cook at hardees, then shift leader
8. sawmill clean up crew supervisor.
9. contract game artist
10 game artist at liquid dev
11. game artist at Mythic
I was building Heating Floor and climbing wall.
I did that for 3 summers.
Wallabys, camels, monkeys (including one that bit me, I have a scar to prove it)
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Do you turn into a were-monkey in the light of a full moon?
My first job was at a local computer shop when I was 17, hired with no computer repair experience! 2nd job computer tech at another computer place. 3rd job phone support at a cable company. Current job: 1 of 2 computer guys responsible for the upkeep of about 120 macs.... kinda like the maytag repair man, I sit around and read slashdot and polycount all day.
One day I was moved over to the "bakery" one day to help out. I thought it would be fun like making cakes or something, but it was alot of vegi chopping , onion shredding. Onion Shredding sucked ass. A whole barrel of onions had to go manually through this giant shredder.. I stood there tearing to no end. I even closed my eyes and did it blind for awhile. I had to go into the freezers to get the onion vapor outa my eyes.. and in the giant walkin refridgerator room I pretended there were headcrabs in there and that i was gona find and kill them. This was the summer when HL1 was due to come out soon. So i was reacting to some screenshots i had seen. I was so excited.
I didn't know if all the foreign moon people would know what a weed wacker is, but I used a gas powered weed wacker to mow it. Yes I was always ready to pick it up and weed wack their faces should they have gotten up, but in the end, I think it was the noise of the pesky machine that kept them at bay.
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Coworkers claim it's quite a mess if you hit a pile of dogshit with one of those things (never hit one), did you hit lionshit?
First job where I got hourly pay was detassling corn when I was 15. Fuck that sucked. In the morning the fields would be flooded and the cornstalks would be covered with dew. So you had to wear a raincoat or trashbag over your clothes to keep from getting soaked. In the afternoon the fields were dried out and it was hot as hell outside. I went through a pair of garden gloves per week working that job. After a week the holes would be too big to use them anymore.
Then a movie theatre concession cashier, grocery store stocker, cashier, the restuarant host/waiter, then back to the grocery store as a supervisor, and now cleaning for a used car lot. But one of my favorite jobs was with a haunted woods, where I chased fat women with a chainsaw.
Then a two month stint as a waitress at Dennys. *shudders*
I worked with all my roleplaying/video game dork buddies. I got a wicked tan that summer.
I worked the Ball-Pit (little multicolored airfilled plastic balls), which for kids 2-10 was code for "urinal" as just about 60% of kids would piss in the pit. At the end of the night I got to hose the urine of hundreds of children off the balls. Yay!
This was my favorite job ever.
I haven't made popcorn since..
and welcome to the big green 3 sided cube.
I loved that job.
Accually, it was The FutureShop in Victoria, BC, I worked the warehouse. I got to work for the hottest blonde on earth, and she was such an easy lil' ho too. My next job was At Piranha Games.
-R
I.E. Wading through dogshit and hosing the kennels down with bleach while HUGE ticks crawled all over. All the while strangers dogs (including pitbulls) looking at you as you invaded their private space. I cant see how that woman stayed in business.
The worst part though was what the cooks would create for lunch. On most occasions lunch was made from leftovers which once included taking deep fried hot dogs, splitting them length wise, filling them with gooey bread stuffing, wrapping them in fatty elastic bacon, and drowned in a ladel of velveeta like cheese sauce. Once I was served a gigantic deep fried bread ball the size of a large grapefruit. Barely containing my laughter I said to the cook "what the hell is this?!", who asked "what, don't you like shrimp?". He had taken the previous days popcorn shrimp that had been leftover from a buffet line, ground it into a greasy paste and deep fried it once more for my enjoyment. I didn't see one fleck of anything that looked like shrimp meat but then again popcorn shrimp always seem microscopic in comparison to the gargantuan nuggets of breading they're encased in.
The cooks were constantly smoking pot which in retrospect explains alot about the bizzare creations they called lunch.