The other day Bossy read an article about celebrities and their first jobs, where read an article equals she watched something on YouTube.
For instance, did you know Gwen Stefani‘s first job was working in a Dairy Queen?
While Ozzy Osbourne‘s first job was in a slaughterhouse:
Mathew McConahey McConnauhey McConaughey‘s first job was shoveling chicken manure:
While Amy Adams saved money to buy a car by working at Hooters:
An early job for Brad Pitt was dressing as a chicken to promote a California restaurant:
Bossy got her first job the summer she began Junior High:
Bossy’s first job was a chambermaid for a seashore motel. Every morning as the sun was coming up, Bossy and a few other teenage girls getting paid under the table would gather in a utility closet, where they would refill the necessary cleaning supplies for their carts, gather stacks of soaps and toilet paper, fold hot sheets out of the dryer, and wish they were guests in the motel instead of cleaning it.
Then the girls would divide into pairs and conquer, each with her own list of rooms which were designated either Check-outs or Make-ups.
Checkouts required way more work, such as changing the sheets and scrubbing the bathtub. When it came to cleaning, only one product was necessary, from the ashtrays to the toilet bowls, and it was called Brevity Blue, which as luck would have it is still stuck to Bossy’s nose hairs so she can describe its odor: melted rubber mixed with sea foam.
Bossy liked making up rooms way better than checkouts because all she had to do was smooth the bed, tidy up the bathroom, and change out the towels — which left Bossy lots of time to collect the visual clues that helped Bossy build a narrative about the guests inhabiting the room.
Bossy liked to imagine the guests were honeymooners, people having affairs, runaways, and happy families spending their year’s savings on three rainy days at the beach.
Bossy can sum up her years as a chambermaid in this way:
Which is what today’s Ten-Word Challenge is all about. In exactly ten words, can you tell Bossy about your first job?
And be sure to check back later today for the jobbiest firsts on the web.
Friendlies……..sticky,UGLY uniform, Mare and I spent all tips!
Ponderosa Steak House steaks(?) are purple before they are grilled.
Kroger checker, people buy weird food while using invalid coupons
Selling overpriced barrel rootbeer at local carnival. Bee’s loved it.
Hockey Rink snack bar under the table wages smelly players!
sandwich maker for catering truck, hate chicken salad to this day!
Coin changer, pink hotpants, spilled drinks, cute cowboys, hamburger grease
Gino’s – sirloiner, Gino Giants, KFC buckets, greasy fry smelling hair.
Car dealership/garage, broom, mop, sawdust, pop bottles, changing tires
SSwimClub Office Babe, flirted all day with now-husband. Teenage summer.
Plimoth Plantation dark smelly huts scratchy wool dress stupid tourists.
Fishplant evening shift – took 10 years to eat cod again
Laundromat Attendent, a job made obsolete by automatic change machines.
I worked at Baskin Robbins. Thank goodness for swift metabolisms.
McDonalds, greasy fries, eating old McNuggets after hours, smoking in the parking lot.
Just for the record I would have cried fowl (foul) at the slaughterhouse job also. it smells of construction.
Stinky! Lobster guts still better than the diners – rotten tips
Ice cream. I didn’t eat it again for three years.
Summer job, Manhattan office, ten-key punch and filing, train commuting!
Sad to say this was probably my most exciting job experience. I was 16, and felt so grown-up.
Just a preteen myself, paid for playing with neighbor’s kids.
much younger me wiped ass, played games, and raided pantry.
Hostess at breakfast joint – hate song “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” still.
Bank Teller that never balanced. But I was unfailingly polite.
–>16-year old Blue Light Special; Cashier at K-mart.
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Lifeguard, never jumped in pool, always yelling “No Running, WALK!!”
Babysitting often running away boy for disco queen careless mother
Babysat six kids for thirty-five cents per hour. (‘m old.)
grocery cashier, flirted with baggers, met people rich, poor, in-between
Worked at an ice cream restaurant. I was very sticky.
Age 11 babysat. Preschooler called 911 when refused more ice-cream.
Print shop. Collated recipe book. Before good printers did it.
Target Receiving- gum cases smelled good / towel fuzz up nose.
Shelved books at public library–pretty much best job ever.
Iowa style, detassling corn, hot, hot, how did I survive?
nanny, four kids, amazing mother, big house with awesome pool
Ponderosa Bus Girl-I injured my back–went to hospital
They called me mom, her Cindy. Sad now, in retrospect.
(I was 12.)
Spotter for Moonlight Bowling. Lots of smoke, surprisingly high stress.
Had to memorize produce prices at my uncle’s grocery store.
bowling alley snack counter, got addicted to second hand smoke.
Chambermaid~ one room, 2beds, four sets of mid-calf cowboy boots.
Neighborhood drugstore. First day I broke the cigarette display glass.
(Worked ankle-deep in cigarette packs that day.)
Have it your way and pass the Clearasil because fries.
Wrapping paper, bows…Christmas-time department store gift wrapper: VOILA!
receptionist at psychiatric hospital – at least that’s what they said.
keeping people from joining springsteen or copperfield on venue’s stage.
my HS won the Campbell’s Soup label contest held in the area and we had the Hooter’s with Tommy Conwell opening up at my gym. Word.
Gantos cash register: cougarriffic cruise wear, and prom dress chaos.
Lifeguarding at country club, folding towels, getting tan, swimming laps.
Health store lunch counter sandwiches/salads and cleaning the carrot juicer.
Lighthouse drive-in, burger flipper, milkshake maker, flirt fantistic-er..uh fun fun fun!!!
Cleaning the world’s largest high school fieldhouse after basketball games.
Waited tables, great & fun group of people – lordy, the drinking!
huge ice cream cones to HAPPY kids with nickels. Fired
High school hardware store cashier, smelled like fertilizer and rubber.
Other than babysitting, cashier at eighteen with depressed, middle-aged coworkers.
Sophmore year: Disneyland Christmas Parade; paid fun with cute boys!
Bean Walking, age 12.
Rows and rows of beans. Must remove all weeds. Sweltering.
Tastee Freeze at the beach! I was 14 and cool!!
flirty old men, sticky hands, strip club? No. Donut shop.
Summer Camp. Special needs kids. Best 6 summers I had!
Forged Birth Certificate KFC greasy chicken bad coffee mmmmmmmashed potatoes.
handing out numbers in fitting room at an upscale store 🙁
Ballroom dancing instructor’s partner; served punch & cookies to brats
Pizza slinger. Anchovies, beets, feta cheese still make me puke.
Fourteen. Dishwasher in a crappy restaurant. Always smelled like chicken.
Pizza Hut cooks like me had to count the pepperonis.
Never order anything with “cheddar cheese” sauce from Arby’s. Srsly.
Delivering prescriptions for a pharmacy. I am old, so you will understand when I say I was paid 10 cents per delivery—on a bicycle. In those days no one gave tips
Detassling corn, sweating, learning how to hold it til lunch.
Gay male prostitute. My ass still hurts to this day.
Amusement park funnel cake stand – can still smell them now.
babysitting at 12 – toddler pushed nub of chalk up nose!
Big Dipper – never learned not to love the ice cream.
And babysitter – too many kids too little pay.
Damn….now I want a strawberry malt. And it’s only 9:30 am.
Helping nuns take care of kids, lots of christian rock.
Gwen’s black lipliner indicates not so cute.
First job: Hostess at Suzuki car dealership. Loser salesmen called me Twinkie. (get it? Hostess? Twinkie?)
Throwing bologna on bread passing by on a conveyer belt
“Walked” beans; back and shoulders blistered like a hooker’s heels.
I laughed out loud at #44. Thanks, Almudena!
1964. Cashier. Kresges. Speed and cheerfulness REQUIRED. Imagine that today!
Dairy Queen. I smelled like sour milk daily. It’s Ewwwww…
State Fair, paid under the table, Strawberries on a Stick!
Age 13, babysitting screaming baby til 1a.m. New Years Eve.
Kids program, “colored town.” Culture shock. Black crayons used up.
Washing dishes at Cindy’s Country Corral. I will kill myself.
Hardee’s – untrained to use slicer at 14 = flying roast beef.
Soccer referee, mostly corraling parents over-invested in the game outcome.
15 yrs. old.. waitress seashore, summer nanny,
lousy at both!
Checker. Watched pissy lady yell at disabled bagger. Yelled back.
I totally agree with your Hooter’s comment, being from the Philly area. What a great band.
14y/o>Pizza Hut>busgirl>dishwasher>$3.35 an hour. Oy.
Big chain sports store, security, had to try to steal clothing – i was 14…and scared!
Gift-shop. They played ‘Michael Learns to Rock’ 24/7. Excruciating.
Babysitting. Bored stiff. Snooped through all the cupboards. Naughty me!
Babysitting. They had blackberry tea. End of night..they didn’t.
I picked daffodils for my grandfather, a commercial flower grower.
I also served as a laborer on a strawberry farm.
Next I was promoted to landscaper, where promoted equals demoted.
Runner, busser, dishwasher… Restaurant downstairs, dishwasher upstairs – had great arms!
Nurse’s aid–old people, dignity, laughter, tears, and bodily funtions.
at 12 babysat two elementary boys, one constantly wet himself.
Carmike Cine4- teen friends paid children’s prices. No computer tracking.
I cleaned motel rooms. Saw my first condom. Used. Gross.
How is an 80’s chick supposed to know about lumber supply?
(80’s doesn’t count as a word)
Unlimited candy, gumballs by the barrel, capsuled toys. Vending company.
Taco maker @ taco johns. I later got fired because I kept putting on the ingrediants IN THE WRONG ORDER.
CVS cashier. Boring except when the garbage can caught fire.
Taco Bell. Worked there one month then fired.
Candystriper Rehab center wheeling quads to therapy. Lesson? Be thankful.
Jazz keyboardist at 14. Parties, weddings, hotel lobbies, restaurants, FUN!!!
Babysitting aside, my first job was hawking burgers and fries.
Forgot even earlier!
Made pompons at 6, sold to bigger kids for sneakers.
I was ruining things at a small graphic design studio.
Waitressing by 17. Best jobs behind me, all downhill now.
World’s youngest professional dog walker. $1.25 a week, self employed!
Church lady hired me for daycare work there 4 years.
Sandwich ‘ho at Subway: hate salami, scared of tomato slicer.
Babysat neighbor’s kids at age 11, that a real job?
Forgot another good one!
15: Three different churches, organist. No license yet. Mom exhausted.
Age 15 on payroll at Drive-in as carhop. Fun!
Throwing Fairfield Town Crier after school, bike, hills, 9, tipless.
And what’s up with not tipping the paper carrier? Bastards.
Also at 15: elderly relative’s care . Mean dog bit me.
OK, it was the sixities after all, but still. Bastards.
washing dishes and helping the cook at Brown Cow Restaurant
Dental assistant, 70s, no gloves, swimming in blood and spit.
This girl was hawking cheese and beefstick at Hickory Farms.
Bossy forgot babysitting. She’s been disregarding kids since 1966, here.
Oh – paid to babysit cats in apartment building. Stinky litter!
Ticket collector at the swim club. Easiest job ever.
“Good afternoon! Are you the homeowner at your residence?” CLICK.
DQ in Funky Winkerbean – I worked there! He had it right.
Chipper tour guide at a Dayton history museum. Planes! Cars!
Alexander’s Deparment Store. Can still size anyone in one glance.
Gift wrap girl in department store. Really boring except Christmastime.
Jersey Shore: Shrimp peeler by day. Waitress by night. Tips!
Better than “Blow-Out”, shampoo girl in a Salon…good drama.
smokey, fishy smells; all people want to sit in booth by fishtank
(You guessed it: Red Lobster waitress!)
Dad house painter. Me helper, age 8. Sandpaper, putty, prep-work.
Lifeguarding while working on my future case of skin cancer.
Unhappily herding rich people’s kids around a fancy day camp.
Washed dog poo down a drain at local animal shelter.
Rickel’s boss thought I was stupid til I graduated valedictorian
Beach snack bar: Worked all day for $12 and cheeseburger.
Bossy’s Readers have interesting histories! Better variety than most workers?
Manually washing dishes in a seaside Chinese restaurant. Free food!
Setting pins in a two lane bowling alley. No kidding.
Had a paper route at age 12, does that count?
High school, Jack in the Box! Greasy, gained weight, ugh.
Nordstrom’s lipstick trenches. 18: Best. Job. Ever! 40: Most embarassing!
@14 Dairy Queen
@ 16 Drug Store
@ 51 fat & addicted
Changing poopy diapers,spitup on my blouse,babysitting,what else.
variety store in paoli; dust f-ing shelves, hound customers; sucked.
PS – YAYZ for “the hooters!”
Youth Conservation Corps, maintenance work in a national park; sweaty.
Pool store. The scent of chlorine still makes me gag.
I am SO happy I found your site. It is sooo funny!
vegetarian restaurant, great food– dishwasher, wet beans smell like shit.
cleaning the convent…
fried chicken plus grease burn equals nursing degree years later
Entertainer/singer for a bond drive at a tampon factory. Surreal, but $500 for 5 hours work was great pay for a 17-year-old.
pet store, animal shit. salmonella, stolen snake= owner shoots thief
Grocery store checker, a scaredy cat among wantonly shoplifting colleagues.
Babysit. Tennis Club while doctor’s wives took lessons. SLAVE WAGES.
one paltry Cannuck buck per hour shelving public library books
Carhop at A&W. No roller skates. Papa, Mama,Baby Burgers
Ooooh. Chambermaid. Kinky.
I had so many different jobs–I cleaned houses, babysat, worked washing dishes, worked as a receptionist–I can’t remember which one was first.
So my 10 words for all of them would probably be the same: Slacking, poking into hands off things, reading, writing poetry, bored.
Except for the dishwasher job. There, one cannot slack. Best part of such jobs for me were the snooping and the illicit novel reading.
Operated old-fashioned telephone switchboard like Lily Tomlin…one ringy dingy..
Bunch of mostly awful first jobs. Thanks for nightmares, Bossy!
Kudos for various reasons to:
11/sherry … scratchy wool dress stupid tourists.
25/MariaV … disco queen careless mother
99/laurellee … dignity, laughter, tears, and bodily functions.
102/zelzee … condom. Used. Gross.
legal secretary at 17 typing, taking dictation from old lawyers.
(who I now realize were all younger than I am now!)
Bonanza salad bar, everything tasted like steak, even ice cream.
McDonalds. Waited on boy from “Mask”. He was mean.
Black polyester, white shoes, hairnet, $1.10 per hour, HoHo Cafe!
Deli – Soaked labels off purchased pickles,put on homemade labels!
Country club waitress – members told guests no need to tip!
A Hoosier rite of passage….detasseling corn…corn rash anyone?
Great gaggling gawking groups of kindergarten doe-eyed innocents: camp counselor!
Fifteen–truck stop waitress, Ohio. Home cooking, great customers & tips.
Country Club Cocktail waitress where big tits = big tips!
shoveling shit, porcupine quills, malfunctioning crematorium, no vet school application.
Lifeguard at the campus lake where swimming was NOT allowed.
Deli, volatile midget russian couple owners arguing, me washing dishes.
popcorn-making,soda-pouring, candy girl at local movie theatre
videos – x-rated to hs counselor once; man in pjs twice daily
jeans & sneaker store: feather earrings, spandex, rock jersey’s, roachclips. (took liberties with roachclip being one word.)
My mom was a private contractor, she hung wallpaper and painted. I started working for her, actually doing work (I was the worlds youngest stripper!) for $1 and hour, when I was about 7.
(Wallpaper stripper; i know thats what you’re thinking.)
Now, I like math, always have, but, haven’t always been the best at it.
That summer was a particularly busy one with a lot a jobs, so, she countered :
If you work for $.50/hr, you can work twice as long!
Oh yeah. I still don’t do math well. See above 🙂
Just remembered:
Sophmore: Perfume spray/sample girl…horrible, horrible job!
Served coffee, donuts-think Dunkin Donuts but FAR LESS GLAMOUROUS.
Dipping ice cream and ammonia bucket mopping
copy girl at dad’s firm; had fling with female paralegal!
Working for a vet who had bitchiest wife on planet.
Fistfuls of money, hundred-dollar bills: not mine, just a teller.
Heating roast beef with countertop steam operated by footpedal–Rax!
Best job ever, 14 years at my gallery. RIP, Jan!
tiny scoops of vanilla icecream, paint in my hair… party.
Curtain falls at 11pm. Get on the bike, head home.
Skyhawks Camp Coach: hanging with the kiddos, teaching them basketball.
Exterminator’s office – nothing to do but count the dead flies.
Tienda El Principito, Quepos: pervert boss stared at my boobs.
Popcorn, free movies, box office where I met my husband.
toy store- crazed middle aged women obsessing for beanie babies
Detasseling corn Iowa knee high fourth of July my eye
college deli, egg salad sandwich (ick)…fired after 2 hours
carhop…learned window trays can upend milkshakes on unsuspecting customers
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