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It's fantastic for a first job. My first job was janitorial--cleaning the bathrooms in a rooming house for male college students.
My first job was night maintenance at 2 burger kings. Men just pee on things - you don't want to know what women leave all over the bathrooms
Yes, that's true. But these were not men, they were boys. Boys away from home for the first time. Away from supervision for the first time. With easy access to alcohol.
The only situation I can describe here was walking in one Saturday to find the toilet stuffed with towels. The unflushed toilet, stuffed with towels. Based on the state of the shower and the sink, this had been done on Monday. Based on the state of the floor, Tuesday was "all-you-can-eat hot wings night" at the local Thai Taco Bar. Based on the state of the hallway, they'd started using toilet paper to protect their shoes during the drink-yourself-into-a-coma party Wednesday and Thursday.
Most weeks weren't as bad, some weeks were worse. But that's really about the only thing I can describe on this board without fear of an infraction...
And yes, women used the bathrooms as well...
LOL - not my first job but in college I volunteered to clean the bathroom (3 of them - only 1 shower though) for my (now) DH's fraternity house in exchange for free parking. I didn't get picked in the cheap parking lottery and didn't have the $125 for the quarter to park in one of the campus parking garages (this was 25 years ago)...
The next quarter I scraped an begged enough money to park in the garage.
And the fraternity offered to pay me to clean the bathrooms. no.way. in. hell. 13 guys lived there.
It was good training for being the mom of 3 boys though!
My 1st "paying" job was in grade school (besides baby sitting and snow shoveling and grass cutting) was delivery Door Stores - the grocery ads - once a week. I had to fold them and put them in little bags and hang them on people's door nobs. .06 per flyer. 375 of them every Wednesday before 6pm (after school got at 3:10) I got fired for not being able to get them delivered on time (I was in 7th grade)
2 months later they begged me to come back. HA!
Then I delivered the weekly paper. But had to collect my pay from the "customers" - no one wanted to pay. so I quit.
At 16 I got a job in donut store 6am-noon on Saturdays and 8am to 4pm on Sundays. I still hate donuts. I broke so many underage labor laws. no adult supervision - I personally opened the store at 6am all by myself until my cohort in crime showed at 8am (she was 17).
I knew every drunk and perv in the area. (rolls eyes) But it helped pay my (highs school) tuition - I paid half my Jr & Sr yr tuition at a private (Catholic) high school. It was worth it.
My favorite job was life guard - worked summers from 15 -22 - great pay, sun and good friends. Stressful at times because we were in a public park and open to the public, but a lot of fun all the same!
Of course I'm paying the price for all those hours in the sun when we thought that 4spf would ruin our tans.
2 months later they begged me to come back. HA!
Then I delivered the weekly paper. But had to collect my pay from the "customers" - no one wanted to pay. so I quit.
At 16 I got a job in donut store 6am-noon on Saturdays and 8am to 4pm on Sundays. I still hate donuts. I broke so many underage labor laws. no adult supervision - I personally opened the store at 6am all by myself until my cohort in crime showed at 8am (she was 17).
I knew every drunk and perv in the area. (rolls eyes) But it helped pay my (highs school) tuition - I paid half my Jr & Sr yr tuition at a private (Catholic) high school. It was worth it.
My favorite job was life guard - worked summers from 15 -22 - great pay, sun and good friends. Stressful at times because we were in a public park and open to the public, but a lot of fun all the same!
Of course I'm paying the price for all those hours in the sun when we thought that 4spf would ruin our tans.
Oh, yeah. I remember delivering papers. I had to wake up extra early Sunday mornings to deliver the Sunday paper. I started with a route that involved delivering houses. It took forever to deliver to an all house route just to get a meager pay; I got 10 cents per paper. And I had to collect all of that money myself. If I didn't get all of the money collected that month, the houses that didn't pay cut severely into my paycheck. I then got an all apartment route. It's way faster to deliver to apartments and I got more money. But it was way harder to collect money from the apartments.
Occasionally, I would deliver the daily paper for a friends route while they went on vacation or needed a break or whatever. There was one time I was out delivering when the kids in the neighbourhood talked the "special kid" into urinating on the stack of papers in my cart. I had left the cart to drop a bunch of papers at a few nearby houses. Most of the urine had collected on the topmost paper in the stack, so the house where the "special kid" lived was the one that got the pissy paper.
I hated getting dragged out to knock on doors to sell subscriptions to the paper. I was absolutely terrible at it. Somehow, I managed to avoid doing it after a while. Funny, there was a time I wanted a paper route. I get one and somehow manage to keep it even after "eschewing" some of the official duties of a paper carrier. I have to wonder what my bosses went through keeping their carriers on top of their routes.
It got so much better at my next job delivering pamphlets to apartments for $3 per hour. I got paid anywhere from $3 to $12 per week and I was fed fried rice from the Chinese restaurant paying me before I went out. It was just a little weird sneaking into the apartment buildings to deliver the pamphlets.
Occasionally, I would deliver the daily paper for a friends route while they went on vacation or needed a break or whatever. There was one time I was out delivering when the kids in the neighbourhood talked the "special kid" into urinating on the stack of papers in my cart. I had left the cart to drop a bunch of papers at a few nearby houses. Most of the urine had collected on the topmost paper in the stack, so the house where the "special kid" lived was the one that got the pissy paper.
I hated getting dragged out to knock on doors to sell subscriptions to the paper. I was absolutely terrible at it. Somehow, I managed to avoid doing it after a while. Funny, there was a time I wanted a paper route. I get one and somehow manage to keep it even after "eschewing" some of the official duties of a paper carrier. I have to wonder what my bosses went through keeping their carriers on top of their routes.
It got so much better at my next job delivering pamphlets to apartments for $3 per hour. I got paid anywhere from $3 to $12 per week and I was fed fried rice from the Chinese restaurant paying me before I went out. It was just a little weird sneaking into the apartment buildings to deliver the pamphlets.
How do you keep an idiot in suspense?
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