All you people talking about the 80s and 90s…my high school job started in the 60s!
So you say. Can you prove it?
I’ve had over 100 jobs (ranging from temp positions to 26 years, most concurrent) including ::clutches pearls:: life drawing model*. I once listed them out when challenged to do so when I was teaching career development classes. You can be sure that “Hickory Farms Xmas Pop-Up Cashier” is lost in the mists of time so far as document retrieval goes. Hell, even some of the hospitals I worked at professionally are no more.
*ETA: Best-paying work-study jobs ever!
Damnit! You got me!
There goes your political career.
My own early working years were the 1970s, but yeah. I can remember zero co-worker names, one boss name (Hi Ken!) and one customer boss name. Only because he was (is?) named Ronald McDonald, which is kinda hard to forget for some reason.
From 8 years in USAF (roughly age 22 to 30) I can remember some names, a couple of unit designations and nothing at all about the people or unit designators for most of the many units I was temporarily attached to for training. I can recall plenty of funny or scary or cool shit that happened. And wild adventures on my time off. The people? Almost all ghosts gone from my memory.
I retired 50 weeks ago; not quite a year. My department of roughly 2500 people had 1 head cheese and 4-6 assistant head cheeses who worked together as a team to directly supervise that horde of workers. In the course of my work I met and yakked with each of them more than once. If I thought about it for 10 minutes I could probably recall one of their names. Maybe. As soon as it’s out of context, it’s gone.
And what was a moose doing in your break room? 
Bottom line: The OP either still lives where they went to high school and still interacts with those people or they have a truly extraordinary memory. Or they’re BSing us.
You’re not kidding! My first job I was an underaged 14 as a movie theater “usherette”. I lied about my age and used my older sister’s SSN so I wouldn’t get caught. So I can’t even prove that one!
Should anyone actually ask the Harris camp about this, they should say that anything Michigan’s “Man of the Year” 
says should be taken with a huge grain of salt.
And how did it hold the rifle?
1964 for me. Made 75 cents an hour as a nurses aid in a pediatrics ward, delivering meal trays, making beds and my favorite, feeding, cuddling and nurturing the newborns waiting to be adopted. It was a Catholic hospital so there were a fair number of those, put in a sun porch room way at the far end of a long wing, as if they were shameful. I used to get in trouble from the head nurse who was a humorless nun for kissing the babies on top of their heads as I rocked them to sleep after feeding them. We were supposed to be all business with them, feed them, put on a dry diaper and put them down to let them cry, unheard in their isolation ward. I figure my business included soothing them, murmuring soft words of their being loved and kissing the tops of their heads. I eventually got fired for that, after getting caught head kissing one too many times. I still went on to become a nurse and my first nursing job was in a neonatal intensive care unit, where my life of crime continued, fortunately the head nurse then was a partner in the nurturing, words of love, cuddling, skin contact crime. Got paid lots more than 75 cents an hour too but I would have paid them to do that work. Union nurse too-best work ever.
Here’s hoping that under Kamala Harris there will be more nurses in unions again.
Very cool story. My younger sister was clerical, but until she transferred to Respiratory, she always worked on the floors. She worked on the geriatric floor for years, and she loved it. It was kinda like your neonatal unit in reverse. She learned how to sooth and calm older senile or slightly demented patients.
I’ll bet some of those babies had better lives due to those little kisses.
I dont even remember all the jobs I had. I had to get a casino licence for one consulting job, and they had me come back in and agree that yeah, I did work PT for Waldens book store less than a decade ago, but when filling out the form, I had totally forgotten it. Listing all the places I worked before I got my degree? Nope. Nor can I remember the names of my managers for mots jobs.
Most people dont save their tax forms that old, and she likely didnt earn enuf to file.
But they can not realise that info, except to the earner. And it would not show McDonalds, it would only show the name of the franchise owner. And so the mAGS would say that is not proof.
This is like demanding Obamas REAL birth certificate.
Yeah, if I’m one of those people, sorry, bad luck for you. I don’t remember you and actually, i won’t be able to confirm that you were my coworker.
From digging around in the computer terminals in the grocery store I work at, it looks like our computer records only go back to 1995 or so.
(Interesting side note: we have notes in our system not to accept any checks from OJ Simpson or Gary Ridgway.)
I worked at McDonalds in high school in the 80s. I absolutely doubt there is any paper trail to prove it. Maybe I could find someone from that time who remembers me working there, but if I go down that rabbit hole, next they’ll want me to prove I wasn’t born in Kenya.
Trying to prove it is playing their game.
Yep. The REAL birth certificate.
Not to mention- who cares?
Well, she’s 59 so her job would have likely been during the 80s.
I worked for a year at McDonalds in college in the early 90s and remember no one. I have a couple vague images of faces but no names, substantial memories, etc. Maybe the IRS has records of the minimum wage income taxes I filed thirty years ago but I sure don’t. I could name the McDonalds since it was on my campus but I sincerely doubt they keep records of every kid who put in a semester or two there from the last thirty-plus years.
But, agreed with everyone else who says it’s not worth “proving”. The sort of people on the bandwagon for this nonsense wouldn’t care if Harris presented her framed diploma from Hamburger U, they’d just find some other dumb thing to say she must be lying about.
She’s the first presidential candidate who’s my age; I’m 58 and my first job was in the summer of 1984, after high school and before college. Instead of McDonald’s, though, this was at Chuck E. Cheese, where I made pizzas for minimum wage ($3.35 per hour).
O.k. o.k. Flaunt your youth!