You all had computers in college??? When I was in college we had hand crank adding machines with paper tape…and we LIKED it!
Oh, and my first “real” job was $1.65 an hour minimum wage which meant my gross pay was $66 a week. I think my take home was somewhere around $40. :eek: And it was uphill both ways. Wait. Nevermind.
Hardees was one of the first burger places IIRC what had chicken sammiches. They had a spicey chicken one that was pretty good.
Time to go kick the chickasauruses outta the cave. Back later.
FCM, I most certainly shake my groove thang at dance class. Or did until someone threatened to call the cops.
Swampy I always knew you were evil. The only real teenager job was at Burger King, where yours truly worked for several years. I still can’t eat there though.
Morning. I feel somewhat more recovered from weddings. My first job made me $7 an hour- but I was born in 1978. I do, however, remember computers with tape drives.
I am thankful, gt, that they live two and a half hours away, and that I am unlikely to ever be invited to big family events. I didn’t even know I was a sophisticated worldly big-city snob until this weekend. It was educational. eleanor, I am simmering with jealousy about your trip. I’m glad you had a good time, but I still should have stowed away in your suitcase.
I remember my Commodore Vic 20, with a tape recorder instead of a disk drive–I was a programming genius on that thing. Although Mom did wonder how all the dirty words ended up in the Hangman program.
My first non-babysitting job was shredding and filing stuff for a medical home-care company. I can’t remember what I made an hour, but I remember that when my best friend and I were told we’d been laid off, we went right back to finish our work for the day until I said “What are we doing? They fired us!” So we cashed our paychecks and went to the diner.
Sorry I haven’t been around - actually I have but haven’t had anything to say. I still don’t! But I won’t let that stop me.
Our air conditioner was out all weekend. It finally got fixed late Sunday night. It was hot! This is April in Texas, after all.
This Thursday is the company Service Award ceremony. If you recall, I had to choose my gift a while back. I went with the Waterford crystal candle holders. (I figure if my favorite gay southerner said they were faaaabulous, I better get them!) So I get to leave early to go back to the old office to receive my award. Woo-hoo!
And next week, I’m on vacation alllll week. Envy me! I will be and cleanin’ and paintin’, to get ready for my Dad.
Rebo it’s good to know at least somebody listens to me about what’s tasteful and f-aaaaaa-bu-lous. Unlike a certain person who insists on buying manpris in spite of being told just how wrong they are.
The dentist yanked out a loose tooth. OUCH! He gave me a 'script for pains in case I needed it. I think I’m gonna need it. OUCH! I also get to visit the periodontist in two weeks. Life is just so lovely sometimes. I don’t think I’m gonna make the marathon staffing this afternoon. I’m feeling more and more like eating some pain meds and sleeping, instead.
Hm, let’s see. First job was an under-the-table job at a gas station for 5 bucks an hour. Good in the summertime because I loafed around in the big coolers when I had little to do.
First computers? Apple IIe in grade school. We played “Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego” like motherfuckers. Gotta give a very honorable mention to “Oregon Trail” as well.
Actually, I lie. I had a Commodore 64 at home. Dad wanted me to get into computer design and poking around with binary code and all that crap. Happily, I closed my ears. I’ve never loved computers. We have a very vicious love/hate relationship…computers and me. Overlord , getting old is better than the alternative.
Now I’ve gotta take a shower and go to my second class. I skipped the first one to finish my reading for the second one.
I had never heard of the unholy abomination that is “manpris” until I saw that thread. I am dumbfounded at his insistence on buying them anyway, especially after you vetoed it, swampy. sigh There’s just no accounting for some people. Loune, quit skipping class. Shame on you.
My first job? (Since we’re sharing) Baggin’ groceries at the local ShopRite. $5.something an hour, minimum wage at the time. Gods I hated that job.
So last night I had a bright idea for today’s SI Unit …
My first job was at Mickey D’s. I’m too old to remember what minimum wage was back then… My first job after graduating drafting school paid $5 an hour, and I was pretty happy about it!
I know, I know. But I DID go to the second class. I haven’t missed that teacher’s class ever (2 semesters and goin strong).
I skipped class to do homework. That’s not like skipping to sleep more, is it?
…this is where i get the parental “you should have done your homework before the day it was due” rant…
I just went to put my pen in my mouth and wrote all over my face. How’s that for exciting?
Off in a few for the next ultrasound. Seriously, more people have been mucking about my girly parts in the last two weeks than in the last five years combined.
