Posted on 09/06/2015 6:35:43 PM PDT by blueunicorn6
In honor of Labor Day, tell us a little bit about your first job.
My first 'real job' was working on a construction crew building seawalls and piers.
I haven’t lived in Boston for 16 years...but it seems to be gone.
That's not a job...that's an adventure....no wait, wrong branch.
I haven’t lived in Boston for 16 years...but it seems to be gone.
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I haven’t been there in a while but I lived in the Boston of the riots of ‘70 and police stationed every ten feet, (they were nice and the canine guys fed my dog. It was pretty freewheeling and sometimes dangerous. Now it seems to be one big condo-park.
Ha ha - I did something similar - that big ol’ dowel I mentioned up a few posts ended up slipping out of my ten-speed curl handles into the spokes of my front tire somehow. Needless to say I was per the handle bar in an instant and still have a scar on my shoulder from skidding across the asphalt - luckily I ducked and rolled.
Painting baseboards in the Frankfurt Germany PX. 1972. $1 an hour. They paid me cash out of the cash register every Friday afternoon.
**Did anyone else stack the hay in the barn with secret passages and chambers that only we knew about?**
That was one of our Christmas break pastimes. Great fun! Also, once the barn got over half empty, we would swing on the barn rope from one deck to the other.
Oh you mean the riots because those "tolerant" Bostonians didn't want their kids to go to school with black kids?
I loved reading all the ones I’ve read til now. Baling hay, throwing newspapers... Real character building.
I had a sissy rich girl in L.A. job and I loved it. One of my dad’s patients worked for Casey Kasem’s radio show. She got me a job transcribing cassette taped interviews of big name rock and pop stars for the show. It would be an hour phone call between the pervy interviewer (he tried to hit on me at 17 more than once) and the famous musician or band. I’d have to transcribe every single sound, making sure to write out any swear words or even the ummms, so that the producer could pick the best 30 seconds of the hour long interview for the show.
It was super fun to listen to the interviews, though some were really sad and some were really difficult. The Commodores was the hardest one because I couldn’t tell which band member was which. And best of all, they paid by the hour and I was a slow typist!! :)
Destroying dads lawnmower on neighbors lawns.
Dad was just happy I had some initiative to make a buck.
He did make me buy a blade and change the oil when it was due though.
Also the if the neighbors weren’t satisfied with the job they would tell my dad, and he would make me do it again, the next time was for free. I bought my first car, a beater 59 Custom tudor with a big trunk for grass clippings. $50 I was 16 and I drove the hell out of that heap. Sure wish I could go back.
“Customer Satisfaction boy!...so use your whole ass, don’t do a half ass job!
He would say, “Boy, you gotta learn to pay attention to details.” After a couple freebies, I caught on.
I made 15 cents an hour plus meals. It was hot tough work but I slept well.
Indeed. All the Three-deckers and Two families have been turned into condos, and buildings with several more are built in between.
No, the riots against war and pro Marxism. Remembering seeing Sloan, Chomsky, and others on the streets watching the streetcars overturn and burn.
Oh Sheeze, that figures....rolling eyes.
TacoBell...Frying taco shells. They used to do that back. then. Now they get them in pre-fried.
Different world. I rented a room on Comm Ave for a while, three blocks from the Commons. And over on Hemingway Street. Went to school for a while across the Charles, but quit to marry a sailor and move far away.
My employer had an International 806.
That think had more balls than the NBA.
I still remember the fender mounted radio blasting out "Shambala" by Three Dog Night.
Life was good back then.
That must have been near BU on the Green Line.
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