OT: First job

My first job was a assistant for medical secretary at 15 years old.  I got the job through a summer job program for teens. I loved working at the hospital with my black scrubs so they knew I was a student.  I worked in the radiation oncology dept. 

Arby's!!! I left when I found something for more money...back then they were rockin' about $4.45/hr and that was big time!  The next stop for more money was Burger King!!! LOL  That was my quick and dirty foray into fast food, all while I was in HS. No grease up in these pores after that!!!

My first job was thru the New York Summer Youth Program....I was a counselor at the local Police Athletic League...........I had fun that summer working with the kids and demanded that they call me by my first name with Miss in front.  
( when you feel important,  you act important  ) 

I can clearly remember all the young girls liking me and always wanting to be in my group when we went on trips cause I would buy them candy and chips and stuff.  


My next first job that I got on my own was at Bojangles famous Chicken & Biscuits in the heart of Harlem.  I would come home nightly with flour in my hair and under my nails from dropping sooooo much chicken.  I had burn marks up my arms from the grease being so hot.  But I  moved up cause I learned all the functions rather quickly.  I was at the register and the front person in a matter of months and was always down to hook up a friend or relative from the neighborhood with an extra biscuit, piece of chicken, or side of mac.  

I was 14 years old when I got my first real job.  It was fun and I worked with my friends. 

The NYC Board of Ed created a summer program for in comming freshmen at my high school.  I was a tutor.  The program only lasted six to eight weeks but the check was golden to me.

Summer jobs were hard to come by.  For most city sponsored programs, there were family income limits that left out kids from most poor working class families.  The city was broke and most people I knew had at least one parent out of work...  incuding me. 

My first job was running a small-town Bakery when I was 15.  The owner was friends of our family and was trying to help us out during a very bad time.   In the wee hours of the mornin, I remember blasting my little boom box with John Lennon "Imagine" & Michael Jackson.   [Confession: I stole a pack of "Salem" cigarettes, a gallon of milk and some store-bought cookies (to share w/my sisters behind Ma's back).  Shame-shame.]  

My Dad had just walked out on us and we had no money and the bank took our farm. The Pastor at the church let us live in his 'retirement' trailer and my Mom cooked/cleaned for them for payment.

I worked 2am-6am then dropped my Mom off at work then took me & my sisters to school an hour away (we lived in the country). I had to do 8hours of work in 4hours.   I'm STILL thankful for that ole' dude who gave me a chance.   I worked there until I graduated from High School and moved away. 

Over the years, whenever we'd go back home, we'd stop by and holler at him - he LOVED it and would give us donuts from the bakery (he would tell me "these ain't as good as you used to make when you were just a lil'girl".)    May he rest in peace.   Fond, fond memories of that man & place.  (((sorry, got a little carried away remembering the times...))))

My first job was at a summer youth program; I was 14 but my Mom had worked their previously so they gave me the job. All I did was check kids id's and run them out the hallways so they could actually learn how to swim, dance, gymnastics, basketball, etc.

This was one of the greatest jobs I had as I use to attend the program when I was younger.

Imma need to see a pic of you in them layderhosen. lol

My first gig was working for the summer youth, don't know if y'all have anything like that in Texas but the city finds jobs for kids ages 14 - 21 in the summer.  I worked at a summer camp/drug addiction center (separate facilities) called phase piggyback in Harlem which was a Muslim organization.  It was fascinating, I learned a lot about Muslim's. I was 14 working as a camp counselor for kids just as old as I was WTF .  So you know the older kids weren't trying to hear me. lol

But it was fun, trips and all that jazz

I was born a hustler! (Not in the bad sense). Before I could legally work, I graded papers for teachers on my street.  Also sold rainbow punches after band practice (now that was some ish b/c I'd freeze them & catch 3 busese to school with them on a bad back that just got jacked in an accident a few months prior).

Now, the real job was Wendy's.  I worked up to cashier and then drive thru cashier.  However, being all of 16 and not knowing what sexual harassment was, but knowing how to kick a nikka's arse for jacking with me (and getting suspended while he walked - they called me a liar - with proof they said I fabricated).  My homeboys told me to get another job, b/c if they had to come over there, it was on and poppin'!  So one of them got me a job @ this grocery store called National's/Canal Villere.  Worked there til off to LSU I went!  Now, that was some $$$ $5.75/hr?  In high school? Hell yeah!

Long John Silvers when I was 16. Worked until I lied to my parents and said that I had to be at work so I didn't have to go to church. Went and picked up my boyfriend and he got us some alcohol. Got drunk had sex (one time and one time only). Ended up pregnant and morning or should I say all day sickness got so bad that I just couldn't be there. Teenage pregnancy is no joke. If only I would have taken my tail to church .

Ok I'm still trippin on the mice and bunny rabbits story!

But my first job was cleaning this ladies house on block. She had no kids and could not stand kids. But she "felt sorry" for me because she thought we were poor. I'm the oldest of 7 and thought I was always hungry.
 
Biotch did I look hungry to you? Anyway, 2x a month I cleaned her basement for her. She paid me $25.00 that was alot to a 14 year old in 1984!


One day she told me to take my money home and help my parents pay the rent. I said witch my parents pay a mortagage and we don't need your money.  This was after I bought all my schools clothes for my freshmen year in high school. They moved about 3 months later!