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#51
I don´t recall exactly but I do remember I was 18. Been working ever since.




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(10-08-2019, 11:06 PM)Ravenage Wrote: I ran a pool hall and arcade game room.

Paid under the table as I wasn't old enough to get working papers yet.

It was fun and I kicked ass at pool.  

I had the keys to the machines and could play for free all day.

I worked at a pool hall when I was about 20. The pool hall was next to a bowling alley which I worked in as well oiling up the lanes, cleaning, and other stuff. My friend had the keys to the machines. Good times. I am a kick ass nine and eight ball pool player. My team was third in the states tournament. The men`s nine ball tournament came through the pool hall I worked. I remember taking pictures with most of them.
One of them even appeared in a movie. Steve Mizerak. He was the best player back then. The movie was called the color of money.
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#52
(10-05-2019, 02:51 PM)Daughter Of Ur Wrote: I'm bored lying around... this topic just popped into my head.

Tell us all about your first job or jobs... were you still living with your parents or did you start working after you moved out?

Did you end up in a completely different field than you thought you would as a kid?


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I was removed from school before I even had time to think about what I would like to do. Mum took me to an employment agency, age 15 and I started work as a junior filing clerk and messenger for a legal firm near Covent Garden in Shaftesbury Avenue, London. A nice Jewish firm and the secretaries loved me. In those days the recruitment agency sent you a rose when you started your first job.

I then went to evening school to learn to type, as we had already starting typing at school. Once I could type, I was then looking for a new job. I started work at an Engineering Company as a junior typist. The Engineering company in Edgeware Road, knew that I was never going to make it as a typist, so the secretary started talking to me about my career options and recommended that I look for a job in advertising in admin. So I went to a recruitment agency and told them what I was looking for, then the recruitment agency said that they were looking for someone for their advertising department, writing recruitment ads. So I then started work there, it was fun writing the ads for the recruitment agency, I really enjoyed. I just didn't like the girl I was working with. or the directors of the company.

It's a funny story, as our office overlooked the typing pool and one of the directors told us that we weren't allowed to wear our skirts more than six inches above our knees, and we weren't allowed to wear hot pants to work. The last thing anyone should ever say to the freedom loving Aquarian is that they're not allowed to do something, they will find a way to do it.

So then I started looking for a new job in a proper advertising agency, and went to a specialist recruitment agency that offered those jobs. I still remember the name of the agency is was called "Adventure", and it was in Beauchamp place, off of Bond Street.

At that point I was offered three different jobs with three different ad agencies. I accepted the job offer in the smallest of the companies, as I felt I would be more at ease there and that there would be more potential for a career. I really liked the people too, and they quickly promoted me after six months to production assistant to the press production manager. Alan, was brilliant he taught me all he could about press production, colour work and gave me many wonderful opportunities to get stuck in the deep end.

That job was the springboard for my career in the industry. It is believed that I was the youngest female production assistant in London at that time, some think I was also the first female to be employed in that position in London.

The funny aspect of this is that when I was going to give my notice in at the recruitment agency, I went in wearing hot pants and feather bowers, in my biba boots. Of course, one of the directors (he was gay) sacked me on the spot, wrote out a check for two weeks money and I left smiling. It was only afterwards that he was told that I had already resigned and was leaving anyway. Lmao

So I had two weeks paid holiday prior to starting my new job, my dad laughed his head off.

Chuckle
Liberate the power of love within and it is so powerful, it is a key to life. A life redeemed is a life in the hands of the Lord, the voice that said, "You are safe". Every morning he brings his word of unfailing love, he leads the redeemed, in strength he guides the redeemed to his holy dwelling.
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(10-09-2019, 03:39 PM)KOMMA Wrote:
(10-05-2019, 02:51 PM)Daughter Of Ur Wrote: I'm bored lying around... this topic just popped into my head.

Tell us all about your first job or jobs... were you still living with your parents or did you start working after you moved out?

Did you end up in a completely different field than you thought you would as a kid?


daydream

I was removed from school before I even had time to think about what I would like to do. Mum took me to an employment agency, age 15 and I started work as a junior filing clerk and messenger for a legal firm near Covent Garden in Shaftesbury Avenue, London. A nice Jewish firm and the secretaries loved me. In those days the recruitment agency sent you a rose when you started your first job.

I then went to evening school to learn to type, as we had already starting typing at school. Once I could type, I was then looking for a new job. I started work at an Engineering Company as a junior typist. The Engineering company in Edgeware Road, knew that I was never going to make it as a typist, so the secretary started talking to me about my career options and recommended that I look for a job in advertising in admin. So I went to a recruitment agency and told them what I was looking for, then the recruitment agency said that they were looking for someone for their advertising department, writing recruitment ads. So I then started work there, it was fun writing the ads for the recruitment agency, I really enjoyed. I just didn't like the girl I was working with. or the directors of the company.

It's a funny story, as our office overlooked the typing pool and one of the directors told us that we weren't allowed to wear our skirts more than six inches above our knees, and we weren't allowed to wear hot pants to work. The last thing anyone should ever say to the freedom loving Aquarian is that they're not allowed to do something, they will find a way to do it.

So then I started looking for a new job in a proper advertising agency, and went to a specialist recruitment agency that offered those jobs. I still remember the name of the agency is was called "Adventure", and it was in Beauchamp place, off of Bond Street.

At that point I was offered three different jobs with three different ad agencies. I accepted the job offer in the smallest of the companies, as I felt I would be more at ease there and that there would be more potential for a career. I really liked the people too, and they quickly promoted me after six months to production assistant to the press production manager. Alan, was brilliant he taught me all he could about press production, colour work and gave me many wonderful opportunities to get stuck in the deep end.

That job was the springboard for my career in the industry. It is believed that I was the youngest female production assistant in London at that time, some think I was also the first female to be employed in that position in London.

The funny aspect of this is that when I was going to give my notice in at the recruitment agency, I went in wearing hot pants and feather bowers, in my biba boots. Of course, one of the directors (he was gay) sacked me on the spot, wrote out a check for two weeks money and I left smiling.  It was only afterwards that he was told that I had already resigned and was leaving anyway.  Lmao

So I had two weeks paid holiday prior to starting my new job, my dad laughed his head off.

Chuckle

I always like Edgeware road.
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Good Arabic food nowadays
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(10-09-2019, 03:49 PM)Strategos Wrote:
(10-09-2019, 03:39 PM)KOMMA Wrote:
(10-05-2019, 02:51 PM)Daughter Of Ur Wrote: I'm bored lying around... this topic just popped into my head.

Tell us all about your first job or jobs... were you still living with your parents or did you start working after you moved out?

Did you end up in a completely different field than you thought you would as a kid?


daydream

I was removed from school before I even had time to think about what I would like to do. Mum took me to an employment agency, age 15 and I started work as a junior filing clerk and messenger for a legal firm near Covent Garden in Shaftesbury Avenue, London. A nice Jewish firm and the secretaries loved me. In those days the recruitment agency sent you a rose when you started your first job.

I then went to evening school to learn to type, as we had already starting typing at school. Once I could type, I was then looking for a new job. I started work at an Engineering Company as a junior typist. The Engineering company in Edgeware Road, knew that I was never going to make it as a typist, so the secretary started talking to me about my career options and recommended that I look for a job in advertising in admin. So I went to a recruitment agency and told them what I was looking for, then the recruitment agency said that they were looking for someone for their advertising department, writing recruitment ads. So I then started work there, it was fun writing the ads for the recruitment agency, I really enjoyed. I just didn't like the girl I was working with. or the directors of the company.

It's a funny story, as our office overlooked the typing pool and one of the directors told us that we weren't allowed to wear our skirts more than six inches above our knees, and we weren't allowed to wear hot pants to work. The last thing anyone should ever say to the freedom loving Aquarian is that they're not allowed to do something, they will find a way to do it.

So then I started looking for a new job in a proper advertising agency, and went to a specialist recruitment agency that offered those jobs. I still remember the name of the agency is was called "Adventure", and it was in Beauchamp place, off of Bond Street.

At that point I was offered three different jobs with three different ad agencies. I accepted the job offer in the smallest of the companies, as I felt I would be more at ease there and that there would be more potential for a career. I really liked the people too, and they quickly promoted me after six months to production assistant to the press production manager. Alan, was brilliant he taught me all he could about press production, colour work and gave me many wonderful opportunities to get stuck in the deep end.

That job was the springboard for my career in the industry. It is believed that I was the youngest female production assistant in London at that time, some think I was also the first female to be employed in that position in London.

The funny aspect of this is that when I was going to give my notice in at the recruitment agency, I went in wearing hot pants and feather bowers, in my biba boots. Of course, one of the directors (he was gay) sacked me on the spot, wrote out a check for two weeks money and I left smiling.  It was only afterwards that he was told that I had already resigned and was leaving anyway.  Lmao

So I had two weeks paid holiday prior to starting my new job, my dad laughed his head off.

Chuckle

I always like Edgeware road.

The ad agency moved to that location a few years after I left it, sadly, the best man at my wedding was mowed down by a police car in that road, so it holds mixed memories for me. Interesting though Paul has been around me in recent days, he was such a slapstick bundle of fun.

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#56
Shoveling shit, chasing chickens to get their heads lopped off, chasing 1500 lbs cows, pulling weeds out of bean fields, 4 years old. No pay, maybe something to eat. Grew up poor as a share cropper dirt farmer could pull in, but I must be lying because no whitey ever, ever grew up poor.
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#57
This is an interesting thread. It`s like a small window into the world of the members that cared to post
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(10-09-2019, 03:39 PM)KOMMA Wrote:
(10-05-2019, 02:51 PM)Daughter Of Ur Wrote: I'm bored lying around... this topic just popped into my head.

Tell us all about your first job or jobs... were you still living with your parents or did you start working after you moved out?

Did you end up in a completely different field than you thought you would as a kid?


daydream

I was removed from school before I even had time to think about what I would like to do. Mum took me to an employment agency, age 15 and I started work as a junior filing clerk and messenger for a legal firm near Covent Garden in Shaftesbury Avenue, London. A nice Jewish firm and the secretaries loved me. In those days the recruitment agency sent you a rose when you started your first job.

I then went to evening school to learn to type, as we had already starting typing at school. Once I could type, I was then looking for a new job. I started work at an Engineering Company as a junior typist. The Engineering company in Edgeware Road, knew that I was never going to make it as a typist, so the secretary started talking to me about my career options and recommended that I look for a job in advertising in admin. So I went to a recruitment agency and told them what I was looking for, then the recruitment agency said that they were looking for someone for their advertising department, writing recruitment ads. So I then started work there, it was fun writing the ads for the recruitment agency, I really enjoyed. I just didn't like the girl I was working with. or the directors of the company.

It's a funny story, as our office overlooked the typing pool and one of the directors told us that we weren't allowed to wear our skirts more than six inches above our knees, and we weren't allowed to wear hot pants to work. The last thing anyone should ever say to the freedom loving Aquarian is that they're not allowed to do something, they will find a way to do it.

So then I started looking for a new job in a proper advertising agency, and went to a specialist recruitment agency that offered those jobs. I still remember the name of the agency is was called "Adventure", and it was in Beauchamp place, off of Bond Street.

At that point I was offered three different jobs with three different ad agencies. I accepted the job offer in the smallest of the companies, as I felt I would be more at ease there and that there would be more potential for a career. I really liked the people too, and they quickly promoted me after six months to production assistant to the press production manager. Alan, was brilliant he taught me all he could about press production, colour work and gave me many wonderful opportunities to get stuck in the deep end.

That job was the springboard for my career in the industry. It is believed that I was the youngest female production assistant in London at that time, some think I was also the first female to be employed in that position in London.

The funny aspect of this is that when I was going to give my notice in at the recruitment agency, I went in wearing hot pants and feather bowers, in my biba boots. Of course, one of the directors (he was gay) sacked me on the spot, wrote out a check for two weeks money and I left smiling.  It was only afterwards that he was told that I had already resigned and was leaving anyway.  Lmao

So I had two weeks paid holiday prior to starting my new job, my dad laughed his head off.

Chuckle

CORRECTION

It wasn't Beauchamp Place, it was the little side road off of Bond Street that leads to Oxford Street. Can't remember the name of it, last time a friend and I walked through there in 2008, it was still full of boutiques, although too many burkas on the street for my liking.
Liberate the power of love within and it is so powerful, it is a key to life. A life redeemed is a life in the hands of the Lord, the voice that said, "You are safe". Every morning he brings his word of unfailing love, he leads the redeemed, in strength he guides the redeemed to his holy dwelling.
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#59
On my way to work, I would pop into the cafe that I would pass on my way to work walking through from Regent Street to Bond Street, and I would buy a boiled egg, and cream cheese on ryvita for breakfast.

The creative staff always had black coffee to drink and that's how I started drinking black coffees a majority of the time.
Liberate the power of love within and it is so powerful, it is a key to life. A life redeemed is a life in the hands of the Lord, the voice that said, "You are safe". Every morning he brings his word of unfailing love, he leads the redeemed, in strength he guides the redeemed to his holy dwelling.
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#60
I baby-sat a lot as a teen; but my first real job was 15 yrs at Taco Bell; I worked there until I was 18. Actually not a bad gig for a kid; worked up to Assistant Mgr. Chuckle
I worked there back when we had to chop up everything by hand, fry the cinnamon twists and the taco salad shells/brown the meat from these huge 10lb pkgs. Now everything is pre-cooked/cut at the Taco Bell plants.
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