I got a job!

Cazsteed I'm Soooooooooo pleased for you, the job sound's interesting and only if you don't mind saying then I would love to know what you will be doing in this amusement park also is it only Saturday work or more than that. Whatever Happy Easter love and do hope the job is enjoyable and you meet lots of nice people but don't forget to come back to us now and again. Wishing you the very best of Luck with this one.

caz - congrats. Lots of story fodder in amusement parks - look forward to reading the first installment.

...hmmmm...well, I sold Easter candy door to door for the Boy Scouts, but that's not exactly a job. The troop got the money, not me. I guess the first job that was not just a temp thing was working in the warehouse of a company that constructed greenhouses. I was responsible for packing up all the parts needed to build the greenhouse. Nothing very interesting there. It was a summer job.

my first job was at a general store type shop when i as 13, it was a saturday afternoon job, and i got paid 66p an hour, i eventually worked all day saturday and holidays and gradually they increased my wage to £1.30 a hour...at 16 i then got head-hunted by the iron mongers up the road, who offered me £1.50 an hour..... 2 happy years of wearing attractive blue jacket all day saturday, i managed to bag my first big boy job....at a bank earning £2800 a year..... and i gave up all that to go to college......

My first job was workin' minimum wage in a movie theater concession area. I hated it like poison and I quit after 2 months. (It was a summer job, anyway.)

My first job was in a hairdressers where I swept up and washed hair... there was a woman who came in that had a huge cyst on her head that wobbled and squirted its way across her scalp when you touched her head.. I forget her name, but me and my best friend rachel who also worked there, called her Mrs. Cyst, predictably, and 10 mins before her appointment time every saturday morning, we'd be hiding in the stock cupboard arguing furiously about who was going to "do" her.. awful girls.

Thanks to everyone who said well done! It's only a Saturday job until I finish my exams, then I'll work on weeknights and Sundays too probably. I think my main tasks are giving small children prizes in return for tickets and hoovering and things like that. I want to work on the Ghost Ride though, because you get to jump out and scare people! I definitely won't forget to keep coming here Jay, and I'll tell everyone about my first day as soon as it comes!

Good luck caz. My first job was getting lobsters out of Jayne......no I don't think I want to remember.

Getting lobsters out of Jayne? I'm intruiged . . .

Don't ask Caz, you don't want to know, trust me.

you big bloody Derek..

Well done

Seriously, what is getting lobsters out of Jayne? Everyone write a story on what they think it is and Mississippi can tell us who is closest. Answers on a postcard please . . .

caz.. trust missi, he's right when he says you dont want to know.

My first job was a Saturday job in a shoe shop in Oxford street when I was 16. I worked in ladies shoes ( they really hurt your feet ) for about 6 months. The highlight of my retail sales career was fitting a pair of thigh length boots on a Danish tourist.... even now thinking about it makes my hnads skhae adn trmelb......ooooooooohhhhhhh

My first job was as a 'catering assistant' which means dogsbody. "Get this, retardo boy," "why are my knives like Brooke Shield's bush...Blunt and cold?!" There you go. First jobs are actually more fun than later jobs. The more jobs you have the less fun you have. Anyone willing to rent me a room? In london of course. I'd appreciate it. Spag Si

I'm Forty years old and i don't what "Getting Lobsters out of Jayne" is I'm getting some vile imagery whilst guessing, so can somebody whisper it my ear. I have my comfort blanket handy so don't worry i can take it.

*whispers* derek and clive Flash... any wiser?

AAAAAAAARRRRGGGH!!!!!!!!

Sorry i dropped my blanket momentarily, how could i forget that?

NEVER GO TO SEA IN A BOGEY!!!

'Oh lovely Flo I love you so, especially in your nightie' when the moonlight flits, across.............

What do you call a Man with no legs or arms bouncing in the sea. It doesn't matter because he's probably going to die painfully and quickly, and at least you thought more about him than he thought of you.

Jayne Mansfield was scratching at my bedroom door last night in the end it got so bad i took mercy on her and let her out.

I hope that was before she lost her head.

No she was pretty pi**ed off with me. Ark! Ark!

Fantastic, well done! ... my first job was doing a morning milk round six days a week before school. It meant I had to get up at 5.30am but it did give me enough money to buy loads of obscure indie records that I liked at the time.

My first job was in a Warehouse for the well known retailers Aquasctum. That was in 1979, my first net wage was £24 and something pence.

I was a paper boy in our little rural district eight miles outside Macclesfield. It meant I had to get up at 5.30 in the morning and the round was seven miles long. I was bitten by the farm dogs and hated it. I only did it as Stan Pearson, the former Manchester United and England player, was the village postmaster who delivered the papers to me - and this gave me a chance to be near a star! Today's footballers don't end up as postmasters!

Working a in a tile shop. Or glass collecting in a pub. Can't remember which came first. Worked in McDonald's for two Saturdays, various pubs and clubs, and also have worked at fairground (Pleasureland, Southport). Did data entry in a government office in the Liver Building, and at Colorvision in Speke I smoked cigarettes and pretended to work all day (since none of the management seemed interested in GIVING me work to do), shortly after which it went bankrupt.

My first job was as a volunteer at a Radical Books Co-op, where I earned the grand sum of nothing, but did get to take home immense stacks of left wing magazines. There was one bloke who had a regular order, who was buying the complete writings of Lenin at one volume a month. There was another bloke who would send a taxi to collect his copy of 'Gay Times', which we had to put in an envelope and seal so the taxi driver wouldn't know what it was. This struck me as the most heartbreaking thing in the world...