My First Job
Monday, August 30th, 2010To celebrate Labor Day, we asked staff members to describe their first job. We promised to keep their stories anonymous to encourage participation.
- I was a late bloomer, so my first job didn’t happen until I was junior in college. It was a paid public relations internship for the Philadelphia Fever Indoor Soccer Team. When I say “paid” it was $25 per week to cover my subway fare from school to work to home. I was a bargain. I took to it like a fish to water and was regarded as the Assistant PR Director by mid-season and then officially named to the position the day I completed the fall semester the following year.
- My first paying job was as a Sleep Away Camp Counselor at age 17. I supervised 10-year-old girls, played guitar and sports all summer – it was great! I taught the girls a song called “Garbage Man” that had a life at camp long after I had left. I earned no more than $400 the entire summer – it was well worth it.
- My first job was a youth center supervisor. I was in 8th grade and essentially got paid $3.00/hour (when minimum wage was $1.85) to shoot pool and play ping-pong. Officially, I was supposed to make sure that nobody walked out with the pool table or the ping-pong paddles. So I got to hang out (at a place that I would have already been hanging out) with my friends and get paid $3.00 an hour to do so.
- My first job was as a bookseller at a Barnes and Noble in Northern Virginia. I found out in the interview I was too young to work there. But they liked me and they thought it was so funny that I wore a suit to the interview (apparently I was the only one) that they gave me the job on the spot and told me I could start when I turned 16 a few months later. The funniest part of the job was the customers. About 40% of customers come in with physical descriptions of the book and ask you to find it. For instance “I am looking for a book, paperback, the spine is red and there is a girl on the cover. Can you show me where it is.”
- One of my first jobs was working at a local car wash. I used to ride my bike to work. I hated it. The job didn’t last very long…b/c as time went on I got tired of drying off the cars with hand towels in the cold… and as I got closer to my 16th birthday, I wanted to be able to pull the cars out after they had been cleaned. With no license, the owner refused, so I ended leaving after 3 months. I hated that job. Today, I’ll still occasionally drive by it…and laugh.
- My first real job was working for Benetton. Picture a Gap-like layout with shelves and shelves of perfectly folded patterned sweaters and leggings, making it quite noticeable when the folding was off. We’d cringe when a bratty teenager and her mom would come in 10 minutes before closing and mess up the entire store. The good news - the discounts. Even better, I was asked to model for a Mall advertising campaign and got to get a makeover and keep the outfit I modeled.