Girlfriend's box of questions.

Nice!

First job was as a library page ... I shelved books at the local library and got paid a whole dollar an hour ... woohoo!

I also worked as a reservation center agent for Quality Inns while I was in college (actually a pretty fun job); in college I worked for the university food service for a couple of semesters, one semester in the dishroom (oh, I could tell you stories!) and one as a server; worked at Burger King for a semester; worked at a factory one summer.

After college, I have mostly worked at newspapers, first as a sports writer/photographer/news reporter; now as a copy editor. But first, I was a secretary at a PR agency in downtown Chicago; that led to a job as an assistant account executive where I actually did some newsletter work and writing and proofing (then I got laid off); then I worked as a publications assistant (fancy name for a secretary) at an association in downtown Chicago, but I did do some publications work.

Mostly, I've been doing what I've been trained to do: work on newspapers. It's what I love to do.

Mine was as a process technician at an Exxon oil refinery in my 20's.  I climbed towers, ran across pipe racks, monitored pumps, furnaces, fractionators, etc.  worked mostly with men that were always giving a gal a hard time.  Hardest, hottest, most dangerous job I ever had.

That sounds just brutal! You WIN!

College job at Texas A&M was an ice cream shop called Mac's.  We had to wear T-shirts that said "ask me about Mac's big dip".  College boys can come up with the crudest things to say.

First and only waitress job I had was at a little Mom and Pop diner within walking distance of my college. I learned real quick during hunting season how NOT to offer to take an order. Truckloads of hunters would come in very early like 4am on a Friday or Saturday morning on their way deer hunting in the mountains near Ellensburg, WA. They'd stop for a big breakfast and they were very generous tippers.

 First morning I walked up with my coffee pot, poured them each a steaming cup, gave them a big smile ( I was 20, blood, perky, and as my momma would have said about "cute as bug's ear" looking back!) and say, "Can I get you something?" 

Of course, you can just imagine the replies! Talk about turning red. . . . Next out came " What would like to order?' (not much better!) Finally came up with something better don't remember what. Sometimes they would offer up "What's your special this morning Sweetie?" (with a big grin on their faces!) Harmless mostly, but I embarrassed easily. . . but like I said they were great tippers!

This is a job a friend of mine had in high school.  She had to go down these rows of fish ponds and flip out snakes.  No way, no how could I consider doing that ever, lol

I worked at an outdoor swimming pool in December. 

I was in the Air Force and was a postal worker.  Our post office was not big enough for all the Christmas packages we received.  So we stored our excess packages in the locker room at the base swimming pool.  I handed out those packages in temperatures of 30-40 degrees.  I used to survive by bringing a pint of gin to work with me.  You know you are desperate when you are mixing gin and Dr Pepper because there was nothing else in the soda machine.

Bet you were one happy Santa's helper by the end of your shift!

I don't think I've had an oddjob.  Here's my resume:

clerk typist at an insurance company, licensing agency & rehab center
legal secretary at a law center for the Deaf
sign language interpreter for the Deaf

An interpreter is definitely different but not odd.