First ever..

Brick Layer. I was 14 and worked with an alcoholic.

I'm actually starting my first job at Chick Fil A this Wednesday.

I delivered newspapers when I was about 14 and the wages were shite so I followed another paper boy on his rounds one day and found out where his customers lived and went round early on pay day and collected the money from them and told them I was filling in for him. I did it a few times until I eventually got caught and got fired.

candle thief

My first job is the one I still work at now: Target. I started on September 23, 2006, so it's been nine years. I tend to get looked down on for working there, but that place made me happy, so screw those people. XD

Spencer's, at the mall. I was 16.

Kitchen worker in a nursing home.

I was 14. Grocery bagger / car loader / cart getter / whatever needed to be done.

Paper boy.

Digging ditches for the owner of a Welsh stately home, believe it or not, but I got sacked (fired) after about a week for telling an irritating young woman who also worked there to fuck off when she pettily complained that I had (appalling crime) left a dirty dish in the sink after lunch.
I thought it was incredibly unfair. I didn't and do not understand why she didn't just wash it up and forget it, as I would have done myself.
Some people……
The boss, who was a revolting man with very poor taste in music told me that because of my behaviour, I could fuck off too. I was delighted since I really didn't need the money because I was living at home and didn't like digging ditches anyway. If you've ever tried it then you know how boring it is! But he was so nasty to me that I was torn between pain and relief. He died soon afterwards and I was happy to hear it.
Thing is, my father was horrified because he had called in a favour which the stately home owner (Clegg by name, and what an ugly name - he was an ugly man too!) owed him, to get me the job. He (my father) was acutely embarrassed and therefore angry with me which I felt was even less fair. What favours he owed or didn't owe being none of my business.
My father died about 5 years later and I was relieved because he was a pain in the arse. By this time I was 21. Young people can be absolutely ruthless - have you ever noticed? Still, the fact that my relationship with my father was so bad was more his responsibility than mine since he was so much older. I was born when he was 42. I do understand now that he was doing his best to be a good father, and in some ways he was good (paid for my very expensive education, as an example), but in others he was useless. The chief one being that he was emotionally illiterate. He didn't even know he had such things as emotions, and certainly didn't know how to deal with anyone else's, especially his adolescent son's, and this has given me problems which have lasted the rest of my life.
Looking on the bright side, I am gradually getting over it but it is taking such a long time. I am 61 now. Recently discovered that I have a life threatening illness, from which I shall probably recover, but it isn't certain. Just discovered from putting all this in writing, which helps to clarify the mind, that I am really frightened. I thought I was only bothered by the prospect of death because of my responsibilities to my family etc. but actually it is me who is worried about myself.
Anyone else would think that was ordinary but, then, I am evidently more stupid than most of you!
Anyway, thanks to all of you for making this forum what it is. I find it so helpful. Thanks also to the person who devised it. I think you are probably a psychotherapist and I think you slip in a few responses yourself, to set people straight, perhaps your friends do too. Anyway, thanks again.

Hand job... That slut Susan wouldn't go down on me

Lawn mower. I worked for my grandmother.

I had a summer job at Baskin Robbins when I was 14.

Waitress at an old fogey bar:(

Dishwasher at a restaurant. 15 years old.

I worked at a cd store.

Selling newspapers on the roadside

When I was 10 I was a sack boy. They picked potato's by hand. I rode in the back of a pick up and threw how ever many burlap bags the pickers wanted to them.

Shelver at a library

Commercial fisherman out of SF Bay.

Babysitting the neighborhood kids

Fast food

Leaflet distributor