what jobs did you have before you turned 21?

[doug rr]

paper boy: delivered the Boulder Daily Camera
McDonalds for 2 months
summer time construction/landscaping
coached little league in the summer
worked at my mom's dry cleaning stores in the summer
interned at the local NBC station in the weather department in the winter

[bodysnatcher]

landscaping for apartment complexes (my primary, most consistent gig)
light maintenance for same apartment complexes
several fast casual restaurant kitchens
short time as a stock delivery driver for a clothing store that had 2 locations about 2.5 hours apart
stadium vendor
movie rental store

[tommy]

Movie theater (the best highschool job- got paid to hang out with my friends)
Pet store (mostly stocking shelve - i still have a scar on my thumb from the box cutter)

[spike]

Big box hardware store loader and cart collector (those bags of cement def fucked my back for life)

Service dept at an electronics and appliance store (I got yelled at a lot by people whose stuff was broken)

[bodysnatcher]

got hired as a Cutco knife salesperson and quit during the first break on the first day of training

[Chris_H_2]

-paperboy
-bus boy at a restaurant
-undergraduate admissions office (work/study job)
-college summers at a budweiser distributor driving a forklift around, building pallets of beer, and loading the trucks for delivery the next morning (best job i ever had (i was a member of the teamsters); i would start at 4:00 p.m., take about 10 breaks, play pickup basketball at 11:00 p.m., leave at around 12:30 with a free case of beer, and then meet my friends at the bar until close and go back to one of our homes to drink and play poker)

[Bammer]

I know what you’re after, let’s just cut to the chase.

My password for everything is P1nball$ and my ssn is 472-59-0034

[E.H. Ruddock]

Paperboy
Breaded Chicken and served ice cream for local fast food
Chicken farm
Busboy
Waiter
Chocolate factory worker

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Ello Sailor]

Busboy gang we out here.

[Ello Sailor]

I had other jobs but that's who I'm reppin' and you can't stop me.

[spike]

Breaded Chicken
Chicken farm

You were on the fast track to Purdue

*Perdue

[bodysnatcher]

Ruddo was an Oompa Loompa

[E.H. Ruddock]

The chocolate factory job was almost as bad as the chicken farm. Just awful

[bart]

Hardware store
Grocery store cart boy/bagger
Turkes (a store in the mall that sold random shit like luggage, fancy pens and lighters, assorted old man stuff)
Lito’s pizza (not Ledo Pizza, this was a knockoff)
Kohl’s warehouse
Royal Farms
Hecht company housewares dept
Blockbuster

[doug rr]

The chocolate factory job was almost as bad as the chicken farm. Just awful

which one do you eat more of today?

[E.H. Ruddock]

The chocolate factory job was almost as bad as the chicken farm. Just awful

which one do you eat more of today?

Chicken. That depiction of a chicken farm on Napoleon dynamite is pretty spot on.

So many chickens

[VinylGuy]

Video Rental Store
Soccer Field caretaker
AOL Customer Support