my first job was delivering zellers flyers, twice a week when i was nine.
i remember i had been really excited to start, but then this happened. so instead of being able to join my brother in delivering a thousand flyers in -40 weather, i had to sit home while people came to bring me gifts. 
if wishes were fishes, we could walk on the ocean.
I do! They don’t grow nearly as much corn in NYS as they do in Indiana, but that was one of the first jobs a lot of my friends had, since you could get farm working papers at 13 (I think) but had to wait 'til 15 for regular working papers. I saw what those kids had to do and I was NOT going to sign up for it. So I didn’t experience it first hand but I know what you went through, Ruffian.
My sister’s first job was stacking bales of hay as they came off the baler. She was 14 and to this day has killer biceps!
My first job was working for a huge man by the name of Leroy… in his real estate office. He scared the hell out of me, but paid well and at 14 there weren’t many other jobs around other than office girl.
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My first real job was when I was 15. Waitressing at a Dutch Kettle resturant.
$1.25 an hour plus tips.
Of course the tips had to be split with the cook.
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I’ve been in Iowa pretty much my whole life, and I’ve never detassled corn or walked beans. Nowaynohownothankyou.
My first job was working as a cashier for Arby’s. I got paid $3.85 an hour for six months, until the minimum wage went up in January to $4.25 … I was so jazzed about making more than four dollars an hour. Of course it was a shit job, being fast food and all, but the worst part of it was that the people who worked there were total snobs. The drive-thru cashiers, back line people, and managers were all totally superior to us peon frontline cashiers. The store manager was a total bitch. I always wished I’d have taken her by the collar and screamed, “You’re thirty-five years old and managing a fast food restaurant! You’re a LOSER!”
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Mega, that’s nasty/cool! That didn’t leave a horrible scar did it? From the look on your face in that picture, it looks like you were a veteran of pain (“ho-hum, looks like sutures again!”). Either that or your under a lot of paid meds.
My first job was as a busboy doing banquets at my dad’s restaurant. I occasionally brought drinks to tables too. I lost all confidience in my tray-handling abilities after I accidentally tipped the tray I was holding, pouring a bottle of beer into a customer’s lap and shoes.
You know, I said that I would detassle corn for four straight hours. What I failed to mention was at the end of those four hours was lunch…(hot, soggy PB & J is what I remember). Then, you were back in the tractor basket, detassling corn for another four uninterrupted hours.
Oh, man, it sucked. Not only was it my first job, it was and is the worst one I’ve ever had.
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My first paying job was age 9 (4th grade), modeling on the weekends in the tea room at Stix Baer & Fuller (which is now Dillards) for $20.00/hour.
I did that for 4 years, and as much fun as it might sound like, it sucked. In and out of a thousand different outfits, cramped in tiny little dressing rooms, up and down escalators, on my feet all day. Is it any wonder that I hate shopping? Department stores give me the willies {{shiver}}.
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