worked in a library at 14,  at 16 worked in the first McDonalds in the Bronx and as a busboy on Sundays ,  cleared more money  a week than my father and he was damn proud of it

btw "cocktail waitress"???  hmmmm any chance you saved the outfit? that can be hot

but my dad told me and my brother he'd give us ten cents a pop for each TV set (heavy bastards back then) we uncrated and stacked in a pile prepartory to a tech modifying them for use as rental units in a hospital.

He expected it would take us all day, but we surprised him and got it all done in an hour.

There were about 100 of them, so we were expecting $5/each.

Instead my dad said:  $5 for an hours work, that's ridicuous.  Here's a couple of bucks for you both.

I learned something about business that day.

My first real job where taxes were withheld, etc was at a sheet metal shop as a summer job hefting heavy sheets of sheetmetal off of delivery trucks in the hot summer sun for $2.25/hr (Minimum wage was $1.40 back then, so that was good money.

Still, that job sucked, and I was never so happy to go back to school.

quit farming, I hired out to the neighbors and picked for 2 1/2 or 3 cents a pound. Later, I got a job sacking groceries.

My first real job sucked...

I was a Solid Gold Dancer. You know. Those guys that were running around in spandex with the headband while Dionne Warwick was belting out the same two tunes every week.

You know how many fights I used to get in when I came home to hang out with the buddies I grew up with?

Got a lot of pointers on the finer art of Aquanet and hair gel, though....

Branding, dehorning, and castrating cattle for my father and our neighbors.  The earliest I can remember I was about 8.  

Or did you mean paid job?  Moving houses when I was 14.  I got to crawl under them and bust out the foundation supports and then ride the roofs to pick up phone and power lines while we were on the road.  $40.00 per week no matter how many hours.

I worked in a Mom & Pop hardware store. 14 yrs old. The owners and operators were the parents of my best friend. I worked 10 hours on Saturdays $1.00 an hour. By the time I left that job 2 years later they had moved me up to $1.65 an hour. They did take out SS on what they paid me. I did get a SS card then.

Worked at a local stable weekends and a few afternoons a week. Once they trusted me I was given grooming and feeding chores.  They paid me very little, owners wife would feed me well and they let me ride their rental quarter horses for free.

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My first real job was as a dishwasher. Over the next 2 years, I ended up doing everything except manage, bartend and wait (wasn't old enough to serve alcohol). Cute waitresses. Too bad they were college kids, and I was in High School.

...at 16.  Just about got my hand sheared off by douchebags who thought it was funny to push the "release" button several times in succession as I duly tried to reload the clay bird into the launcher with each launch...  Yep, a lil pent-up frustration here...lol

But don't think it can be counted as a "real" job, as I was only walking the neighborhood's dogs, pet sitting/house-sitting& babysitting by 12, but made $35 walking dogs at .50/dog/hour, lol, & bought a gerbil. Volunteered at animal shelters every summer, but never got paid. First REAL job was at 16 at Hardee's & was there for a year before I switched to the local hospital (head cashier) for 1.5 years, then was an animal technician for about 1.5 years... liked that one the most, & worked 30 hours a week, got paid 40, as long as you were clocked in by 6:30am sharp every morning, lol.

At 16 I Worked as a caddy at a nearby golf club in the summer. Some days I walked 36 holes - was a trim and thin teenager. I learned the value of giving pleasant and good service as most of my income was tips - if the golfer liked me they would tip well and request me again. I think I made a few hundred dollars that summer but felt like a millionaire.
Great thread, Victoria!

Born in the midwest corndetasseling started when I was 13, then would buy material to make my own clothes, lol that sounds like sumthing my parents whould say when taking about growing up in their day. I was so boy crazy I'd have visions, working in the heat there were boys nearby but there wasn't as they separated the boys from the girls. My dad wrote and published his own racing books and we would sell them at the track and get a cut. Indy car racing was more important than any holiday in my family.

Then on to watressing, Marsh's cashier, sold tanning beds in Tamapa.
Lots more waitressing then I got introduced to stripping hanging out at the rock bars. From there to traveling dancer with a group of girls "Flesh for Fantasy" we traveled through midwest and south, kinda like Chippindales only girls.

Moved to Venice almost 20 yrs ago and went back to waitressing, then bartending, managing, bouncer and babysitter.
Worked at Malibu Lumber for abit, learned about nuts, bolts, screws and etc.
Did some Heanna tattooing on Venice boardwalk across from where my sister would give real ones. Thats sounds like a kool job but being in the elements all day and evening and then there was the boardwalk mofia like pp trying to cause problems. Did a tiny bit of telemarketing selling ink cartridges while I practiced doing phone sex at home.

Which brings me to an old stripper friend visiting and telling me all I needed to work from home like I always wanted to do was buy a webcam and a computer. So , I order them sitting at The Sidewalk cafe with a credit card I never intended on using. I think I've covered almost every area of the sex work arena: phone sex, webcam shows, fetish & custom clips, porn, making websites, editing, advertizing, marketing...its endless...


I have narrowed things down to my favorites now. But, I'm always looking to learn and try new things so I'll always be upgrading myself and services.