I will just go through the ones before and during college.
First job was a movie theater. Like literally my job experience was N/A. I was 19. I started cleaning theaters and tearing tickets. Three years later I was going around Oregon fixing projectors.
Next job was making MOSFETS in a clean-room. We had astronauts talk to us because we were making parts that went on the International Space Station. This was a horrible job. But it is cool to know I made stuff that went into space.
Next job was Janitor (I had just started college so it was good hours). Class during the day and 30 tampon receptacles at night. This actually wasn’t terrible. We were allotted 4 hours a night to clean. I got it down to 90 minutes. So I spent the extra 2.5 hours eating Doritos and doing homework.
Then I moved and things went to shit. My sister had been subsidizing my rent to watch her cats. So I moved from Eugene to Portland with one of her shithead friends.
Dude was a drunk with a thyroid problem. His body never said to pass out so I cowered in my room for months while he came home drunk and beat up my toaster oven. I am not joking.
So broke as fuck I sit in a Labor Ready lobby hoping to get some cash even if it meant mopping all day.
But I get word that Kodak is hiring. I roll the dice and spend what is pretty much the last of my cash (bus) to go down and apply. End up getting the job…. A good job at that. And my sister floats me cash to move in with people that don’t get so drunk I can hear them threatening to beat up my faggot ass.
And that is just the start and I am tired of typing. And the theater was by far the best. I masturbated and ate Cinnebon all day.