I remember that!

[dodge man]

You ever have something just pop into your head from the past? No reason but you remember it with exact clarity.

I was either 16 or 17 at the time, I worked at a restaurant called Popin Fresh Pies which eventually became Bakers Square. I cooked there and the job was about as exciting as it sounds. We had a brick wall near the entrance and about 10 of the bricks came loose near the end of the wall. I volunteered to fix it. How hard can it be, my dad had a couple of tools. I was pretty proud when I finished, it was solid when I was done. The problem is it looked like a 16 year old did it that had never laid bricks had done it, which was the case. The boss wasn’t happy when he saw it and had to have fixed again by someone who knew how.

Anybody else with any repressed memories?

 

[scootr]

I painted a truck with house paint using a roller and brush...
Allegedly, anyway. My memory of such things are not too clear.

 

[BackRoad]

I painted banners for a bit, they were typically used on stage in a group gathering. I quit after this one...never did get paid for it!

"...WECOME THE BAXTERS!..."

 

[MossRoad]

I painted a truck with house paint using a roller and brush...
Allegedly, anyway. My memory of such things are not too clear.

It was for safety.... no slip finish!

 

[MossRoad]

My first paying job was emptying trash cans and picking up the grounds at the 2 week annual RV show that used to be held in the Notre Dame parking lots every summer. I was 14. We had to be there very early in the AM and have it done before show opened each day.

I specifically remember that any trash can that had KFC in it also had maggots.

I also remember that I was so small that I could not reach the top of the dumpster, let alone put a trash can over the edge of it. So I'd drag the trash cans to the dumpster train and two big farm boys in overalls would dump the cans together. One time they grabbed me by the legs and lifted me up so I could dump one of the cans myself.

 

[bigtiller]

I painted a truck with house paint using a roller and brush...
Allegedly, anyway. My memory of such things are not too clear.

So did my Grandpa, sometime around 1950.

 

[oldballs]

Yeah,....I can remember my dad painting his 1934 Ford with a can of black paint and a brush....as it sat under a shade tree right next to the out house.

Cheers,
Mike

 

[ultrarunner]

First paying job started when I was 8 mowing neighborhood lawns for 25 cents a lawn and each week deposited minimum $5 into my savings…

Summer after 5th grade became legit paying into Social Security complete with a school district work permit being a gopher at an auto dealership… paid $50 a week… washed and vacuumed a lot of cars.

At 15 1/2 offered a job at an auto parts store driving to work on my motorcycle with my learners permit… paid $80 a week plus small commission on sales fir very easy inside work and could buy parts at cost +10%… kept this job through college becoming weekend manager…

During the summer did regular side jobs like brakes and clutches and buying parts at cost plus 10% paid for my 68 Z28 Camaro and the money restoring it… sweet all stock car I wish I still had.

After graduation hired on at a Tool and Machine company that had space shuttle contracts… was on the shop floor when the Shuttle exploded and shortly after that job wound down.

Then opened my own Property Management Company and did fixers for 10 years straight… worked out really well but I didn’t realize just how well I was doing being young and the boss working like mad on a rehab and then having plenty of time to restore cars/travel and I still had my auto parts discount and machine shop privileges

The siren’s song of working as a Hospital Engineering Consultant and later as Director of Engineering captured me… never seen Dad happier… at 31 I had a real job, title, profit sharing, stock options, etc. and paid vacation… Dad was ecstatic and never prouder… no more old jeans and construction work for me.

In retro staying the course in Real Estate would have been the smart move because any wealth I have today is from owning and managing Income Property…

Had a few short stints helping friends in need… 2 months repairing IBM office equipment when the owner became sick and did similar running a floor covering business when that owner had a brain tumor… I think both had ideas of me taking over the business…

The final chapter yet to be written.

 

[MossRoad]

I remember my folks being ecstatic that I got a job in management at the newspaper because that job would be for life....

 

[ultrarunner]

I remember my folks being ecstatic that I got a job in management at the newspaper because that job would be for life....

I think parents, especially fathers, worry about their kids making it financially and since all the men in my family were self employed dad really wanted us to have government careers… none of us did.

I did apply for several but my timing could not have been worse… Police Officer, Building Inspector and Air Quality Field Inspector…