I got my first job at 15; I worked as a dishwasher at Hungry Pelican. I didn't have my work permit, so my employment there wasn't entirely legal. For that reason, I wasn't allowed near the friers, lest I burn myself and a law suit rear its head. I was
however allowed to handle sharp knives. Hmm . . .
Anyway, after working there for a year, I quit to go work at McDonald's. I've worked at every McDonald's in New Albany, IN. I was with the company for 5 years. Finally, when I realized that I wasn't getting the respect I deserved (promised a promotion 3 times), I quit and joined the ranks of the unemployed. I've held other jobs since quitting Mickey D's: I worked as a cook and a phone operator at Papa John's, and as an "exacto boy' at a professional laminating shop. An exacto boy meant I sat in a chair and cut laminated ads and other such miscellany as they came out of a laminating machine. Yee ha. I didn't even last two weeks. The boss told me one day that he needed someone with more experience.
I also worked as a CAP at HQ. CAP means Customer Assistance Personnel. I basically helped people try and fit massive appliances and slabs of privacy fence/drywall into their absurdly tiny clown cars. I tell you, that's a good place to learn the truth about mankind as a consumer. Anyway, the reason that job didn't work out was because I couldn't be in two places at once.
One morning, we at HQ had a meeting. It was laid down as a ground rule that CAPs were supposed to be wherever they were called to be, period. I raised my hand and asked, "What if you're helping a customer and then you're called to the other side of the store?"
I was seriously
told, "Then you're fired."
Well, sure enough, that situation occurred. I was helping a giant fat guy load privacy fence into his totally inadequate pickup tuck when I was called all the way down to the other end of the store (probably about 150 yards). I called the front desk and said, "I'm trying to help a customer, I'll be there in a minute." Since they only hired one CAP (me) for some reason, I got fired for not dropping everything and running out to BFE to help some 90 year old guy load 100 80lb bags of cement into his truck (which I did many a time working at HQ. No one buys one
bag of cement; it's always a million at once).
Well, now all that's behind me and I'm doing what I love! I'm a musician writing and recording songs and playing out.
It sure beats 9-5ing!