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#31
(10-05-2019, 06:36 PM)Fritzy Ritz Wrote:
(10-05-2019, 06:28 PM)Mmmmkay_ultra Wrote:
(10-05-2019, 06:16 PM)Mmmmkay_ultra Wrote: My first real job was making isopach maps for Phillips Oil. I was 14.

Just remembered that I was working two at the same time. The other one was drafting mechanical illustrations/break down illustrations for a patent office.

You were (and are) a genius and uber-talented!

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The drafting job was my one and only suit and tie job...@14.
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#32
(10-05-2019, 05:44 PM)Hazmat Wrote:
(10-05-2019, 05:09 PM)Pope Trollalotta Wrote: I lasted one day at 17 as a dishwasher at a place on the beach in West Haven CT known as Jimmies of Savin Rock. If I could send my work ethic from now back to my teen self I would have had the sense to walk out of the shithole in under an hour. It was miserably hot in that kitchen and the work never ended. One of the owners would be in the kitchen screaming at us to move faster. In retrospect I should have hauled off and broken his face.

Washing dishes is like washing your hands in other peoples barf, add some heat, stink and a screaming boss and you`ve got hell on earth

That was back around 78 or so. What I really hated was when people would dump full ashtrays into uneaten coleslaw. That was almost enough to make me puke. Jimmies was a West Haven landmark and had started as a hot dog stand back in the1920's on the Boardwalk. By the late 70's it was a sit down restaurant with liqueur license. That place would have people waiting in line to get in all night long. You never caught a break.

In late 79 early 80 I worked at a Howard Johnson's as a dishwasher. It wasn't fun by any means but it was heaven compared to Jimmies. At least after a bus would leave it would settle down. The 3rd shift was best because it was cooler and things were dead slow. Some nights the only dishes washed were the coffee cups from the cops who came in. Other nights you would get a small rush as the bars closed. Drunks always seemed to order the beef burger platter. Drunks love a good burger.
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#33
(10-05-2019, 05:28 PM)Frigg Wrote:
(10-05-2019, 05:08 PM)Fritzy Ritz Wrote: I had a lot of crummy jobs when I was a kid. The worst one was working at a pickle factory.  Scream1

I want to hear more!

Pickle factory...

I did this for TWO pickle season!

This factory would always hire teenagers when the pickles started rolling in because it was too much for their regular staff to handle. At first, you stand around with all these open bins and they dump cukes in the bins and then you stuff them in jars by hand. Well, it was all kids my age ... and some cute boys, too! ... and during break times, we'd go out in the yard and smoke pot. Sweet deal, right?

Yeah, until I guess I was working too hard and they "promoted" me into the big factory where they did the hot peppers. My job was to stand on the line with all these jars of hot peppers rollng by and then a big vat of HOT pickling juice would come down and fill the jars. I had to make sure the line was running at the right speed, etc. Sounds easy, yeah? Except the air was filled with the burnng fumes from the pickling juice. So they gave you sponge masks to wear so you could breathe. Once you took the mask off, one side was covered with hot pickling juice and the other was not.. so if you didn't pay attention, when you went back from break, you might put the wrong side on your face and baby, it burned!

Did I mention we smoked pot on the breaks? Chuckle

Okay, so here's the thing: in every factory (at least back then), there is always a way to get extra breaks on a line job. Clever workers figure this out. One such worker who felt sorry for me showed me how to adjust the speed dial ever so slightly so that the jars, instead of being filled by the juice chute, would instead be broken by that same chute because it would come down and crush them. So it was then that I learned to never underestimate how clever people can be.
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#34
(10-05-2019, 06:40 PM)Mmmmkay_ultra Wrote:
(10-05-2019, 06:36 PM)Fritzy Ritz Wrote:
(10-05-2019, 06:28 PM)Mmmmkay_ultra Wrote: Just remembered that I was working two at the same time. The other one was drafting mechanical illustrations/break down illustrations for a patent office.

You were (and are) a genius and uber-talented!

[Image: YyMRQWS.gif]

The drafting job was my one and only suit and tie job...@14.
Facepalm  Chuckle

I cut my teeth on mechanical and architectural drafting in H/S ....no CADs back then, only a T square against the side and what ever plastic angle options we had, your work was held down with scotch tape on each corner too...
Fuck That Shit!
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#35
(10-05-2019, 06:45 PM)Fritzy Ritz Wrote:
(10-05-2019, 05:28 PM)Frigg Wrote:
(10-05-2019, 05:08 PM)Fritzy Ritz Wrote: I had a lot of crummy jobs when I was a kid. The worst one was working at a pickle factory.  Scream1

I want to hear more!

Pickle factory...

I did this for TWO pickle season!

This factory would always hire teenagers when the pickles started rolling in because it was too much for their regular staff to handle. At first, you stand around with all these open bins and they dump cukes in the bins and then you stuff them in jars by hand. Well, it was all kids my age ... and some cute boys, too! ... and during break times, we'd go out in the yard and smoke pot. Sweet deal, right?

Yeah, until I guess I was working too hard and they "promoted" me into the big factory where they did the hot peppers. My job was to stand on the line with all these jars of hot peppers rollng by and then a big vat of HOT pickling juice would come down and fill the jars. I had to make sure the line was running at the right speed, etc. Sounds easy, yeah? Except the air was filled with the burnng fumes from the pickling juice. So they gave you sponge masks to wear so you could breathe. Once you took the mask off, one side was covered with hot pickling juice and the other was not.. so if you didn't pay attention, when you went back from break, you might put the wrong side on your face and baby, it burned!

Did I mention we smoked pot on the breaks?  Chuckle

Okay, so here's the thing: in every factory (at least back then), there is always a way to get extra breaks on a line job. Clever workers figure this out. One such worker who felt sorry for me showed me how to adjust the speed dial ever so slightly so that the jars, instead of being filled by the juice chute, would instead be broken by that same chute because it would come down and crush them. So it was then that I learned to never underestimate how clever people can be.

Businesses never seem to learn that they pay a price for making the workers lives miserable. Being doused in hot pepper juice sounds like a nightmare to me.
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#36
My first job was when I was around 10. It was the summertime and we lived in some crappy apartments. Fairly small complex, the type where people with bad credit end up.

The maintenance guy lived on property and looked after it. There actually wasn't even a leasing office. I guess the guy was kind of lazy, but he was a fairly nice guy, anyway.

That summer, he said if I cleaned all of the parking lots every morning, he would pay me $5 per week. I did that for awhile and his son came to stay for a while in the summer, and he put him to work as well. We we're pretty good friends that summer.

It quickly escalated from cleaning the parking lot, to mowing the lawn, cleaning the pool, and just whatever he wanted us to do. All for the $5 per week.

Toward the end of the summer, he started recruiting even more kids, and after a couple of weeks I told him I quit because the other kids were getting all the easy jobs and everyday, I was given the worst ones.

Things haven't changed all that much for me now that I think about it.

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#37
Boy as an XER first job and thought of changing fields noteworthy.....psh...That gold watch was a dinosaur homie.

I've got two, first one wasn't a real salary, I did get paid. In high school was vice president for a student achievement program. Popular + basketball = network

All I did was do some basic accounting.

First real job on my own, closed for a fancy pizza joint. Learned real fast how the delivery drivers, the main waitress, bartender got all the tips. I got to clean toilets, hang around while the store manager drank and smoked dope and I had to wait on them to close, then show up way early for class in college.

Learned a bit about how the world worked with both gigs.



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#38
(10-05-2019, 05:08 PM)Fritzy Ritz Wrote: I had a lot of crummy jobs when I was a kid. The worst one was working at a pickle factory.  Scream1

Id have oded on pickles
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#39
15 yrs old. Part time working the kennels at the local animal hospital. Loved it until i had to assist with putting a dog down. Nope. Decided I liked mowing lawns better.
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#40
(10-05-2019, 06:45 PM)Fritzy Ritz Wrote:
(10-05-2019, 05:28 PM)Frigg Wrote:
(10-05-2019, 05:08 PM)Fritzy Ritz Wrote: I had a lot of crummy jobs when I was a kid. The worst one was working at a pickle factory.  Scream1

I want to hear more!

Pickle factory...

I did this for TWO pickle season!

This factory would always hire teenagers when the pickles started rolling in because it was too much for their regular staff to handle. At first, you stand around with all these open bins and they dump cukes in the bins and then you stuff them in jars by hand. Well, it was all kids my age ... and some cute boys, too! ... and during break times, we'd go out in the yard and smoke pot. Sweet deal, right?

Yeah, until I guess I was working too hard and they "promoted" me into the big factory where they did the hot peppers. My job was to stand on the line with all these jars of hot peppers rollng by and then a big vat of HOT pickling juice would come down and fill the jars. I had to make sure the line was running at the right speed, etc. Sounds easy, yeah? Except the air was filled with the burnng fumes from the pickling juice. So they gave you sponge masks to wear so you could breathe. Once you took the mask off, one side was covered with hot pickling juice and the other was not.. so if you didn't pay attention, when you went back from break, you might put the wrong side on your face and baby, it burned!

Did I mention we smoked pot on the breaks?  Chuckle

Okay, so here's the thing: in every factory (at least back then), there is always a way to get extra breaks on a line job. Clever workers figure this out. One such worker who felt sorry for me showed me how to adjust the speed dial ever so slightly so that the jars, instead of being filled by the juice chute, would instead be broken by that same chute because it would come down and crush them. So it was then that I learned to never underestimate how clever people can be.

I worked at a bra factory when I was 17.
One friend got a job there, and he invited 2 of us along.
They needed peeps to stock shelves and load pallets.
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Godzilla Rules
[Image: HR7VjSZ.gif]
Sometimes, the only way to heal our wounds is to make peace with the demons that created them 。
~ 芹沢 一郎
P. S. Lick my naughty bits.
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