I worked in my father's machine shop the summer before I turned 16. He paid me, and this is no kidding, a whopping 2$ per hour for my services.
We grew up in a farming community, and there's really nothing more awesome than working inside a honey wagon (manure spreader) in 100 degree heat, with welding gloves and a visor on (and, in some cases, full welding leathers). Not only is it 2000 degrees inside the foul contraption, but the poo also burns and gives off a wonderful funk - not to mention most of the time you had to use a stick welder as opposed to an arc welder.
On the plus side it taught me the value of hard work, and I appreciated what my dad did for our family, though it took me a few years to do so. On the flip side, I'm a bit of a clutz; I have multiple scars/injuries from working there all of 3 months ... including my one and only concussion (It's a long story ...). Really, I probably got more injured working there than I ever did playing football.
Picked cucumbers @ age 6 for a summer job. Did the same thing for 6 years, then started cutting lawns AND planting / picking okra @ age 12.
Presently a Partner in AA rated law firm. Yes, I've come a long way baaabeee.
"I was celebrating:
1) Portis' tackle-breaking run
2) Anderson's tackle-breaking run
3) Anderson's (3-yard) TD
4) Griffin's big run"
christmas tree stand....i was a "dragger" i cut some off the bottom, trimmed the stump, loaded it ontop of the car....tied it down...and got tips....
everyone has a "story" to get tips mine was
"yea im working here on the side, make some money for college to pay for books and tuition....its tough with a single mom" CHA CHING.....i made 450 every weekend....yes....2 days....it was sick money....my skank girlfriend in highschool got a nice diamond ring because of it
Christmas trees in Fl are as useful as snow removal in Hawaii. Which reminds me, the garbage trucks in Pompano always said "free snow removal" on the sides.
thanks to VO for the sick ass sigs.
Charlie: If you're not as educated or as informed what you do is you start your own party and you yell the loudest.
My first job was when I was 9 or 10 years old and my friend and I sold beer and water at construction sites in the Bronx. We would charge lie 3 or 4 dollars per beer and this was in the 70's so beer was really cheap. We'd get an older cousin or friend to buy the beer, cheap crap, and we'd sell it. Those workers were trapped on the sites and couldn't leave and it was so hot in the summer that they would pay those prices. Man, for little kids we had wads of cash in our pockets. =D
I had my first job at 15 and worked 85 hours a week during the summer at this country store. Man I had very little life for about 2 years. It paid for school clothes and my video game addiction.
I did inventory and placed orders for books at my college library.