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What cheesy jobs did YOU have in high school?

― M Matos (M Matos), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 06:03 (twenty-three years ago)

I bused tables at a 2nd-tier country club that was started by a bunch of nouveau riche Italian-Americans who couldn't get into the snobby 1st-tier clubs because they were Italian and made their money selling used cars and the like. The guy to watch for was Big Al, who was at least twice as big as his name makes him sound, had three chins and a neck like a Sequoia trunk, always adorned with a gold chain that dangled down into his open-necked golf shirts. You did not fuck with Big Al. (There was another guy named Ramon who was accorded a certain status because he was the only professional artist in the club, even though his paintings were of the godawful cornball misty-meadow variety. He was even allowed a membership for his girlfriend, who had previously been a man and still had the biceps to prove it. This occasioned no end of bitching from the club's other female members who A.) objected to sharing their locker room with Ramon's girlfriend and, more to the point, B.) thought Ramon's girlfriend should have to hit from the men's tees rather than the women's tees.)

― JesseFox (JesseFox), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 06:15 (twenty-three years ago)

haha - I knew this was Matos!

― nnnh oh oh nnnh nnnh oh (James Blount), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 06:29 (twenty-three years ago)

I was the Swatch representative at various department stores. I knew all about the Swatches, and I knew how to change watchbands, and though I was not an employee of the department store, I got to work behind the counter and chat people up about the product. I also got free watches. At one point, I think I owned about 15. But in a surprising (to me, later) display of restraint and good taste, I only wore one at a time.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 06:37 (twenty-three years ago)

(ooh I smell a Swatch revival 'cos the Revive-O-Clock of fashion is inching toward 1985 ewwww Benetton and Swatches and leggings, oh my!)

― suzy (suzy), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 06:41 (twenty-three years ago)

I still love swatches, and have worn them frequently still, fashions of the day be damned

― nnnh oh oh nnnh nnnh oh (James Blount), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 06:42 (twenty-three years ago)

There is a clear Swatch in a box somewhere in my mum's attic, but I don't wear watches anyway.

― suzy (suzy), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 06:45 (twenty-three years ago)

My favorite was the one with the black band and the white face with the big black X through it. I only with I were still young enough to wear cheap crap like that. I currently do not own a watch.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 06:46 (twenty-three years ago)

with = wish

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 06:46 (twenty-three years ago)

I like the way they look but mainly I've worn them cuz they're cheap - I lose watches very very easily.

― nnnh oh oh nnnh nnnh oh (James Blount), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 06:47 (twenty-three years ago)

They look a lot different than they used to. Remember when they matched your Trapper Keeper?

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 06:48 (twenty-three years ago)

Do you not have wrists?

― oops (Oops), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 06:49 (twenty-three years ago)

I'm hardly gonna wear a watch while I'm ballin!

― nnnh oh oh nnnh nnnh oh (James Blount), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 06:50 (twenty-three years ago)

I used to be a direct-sales marketer of CUTCO knives!!! [so was leee]

― phil-two (phil-two), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 06:53 (twenty-three years ago)

But how you gonna make the hos recognize what time it is?

― oops (Oops), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 06:55 (twenty-three years ago)

Anyway my HS jobs include:

Waitress/chef at drugstore soda fountain. My mom, aunt and sister all worked at this place over the years but the guy who ran it was into MBL so neither of my uncles were allowed to work for him.
Assistant at clothes shop in Uptown Minneapolis (which put me off fashion retail for life).
Busgirl at Byerly's when it was 24/7.

― suzy (suzy), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 07:02 (twenty-three years ago)

Hey phil, what's your new job (I was going to ask on the MEGAFAP thread, but this is probably a better one)?

― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 07:05 (twenty-three years ago)

MBL?

― nnnh oh oh nnnh nnnh oh (James Blount), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 08:43 (twenty-three years ago)

mucho butt luvvin?

― nnnh oh oh nnnh nnnh oh (James Blount), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 08:44 (twenty-three years ago)

I was a pizza delivery boy. I used to have sex with older women who asked for the "Anchovie Special".

― Chris V. (Chris V), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 12:22 (twenty-three years ago)

I was a cook at THE PIZZA RANCH.

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 12:24 (twenty-three years ago)

there was one of those in my hometown. worst restaurant name EVER. Ima head on down and rope me up a fuckin pizza!

I worked at a difft pizza place, Breadeaux, with a 'french' gimmick.

― g--ff c-nn-n (gcannon), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 12:29 (twenty-three years ago)

I had a library job for most of my teenage years, but one summer I worked at Kids'R'Us warehouse, putting the pricetags on racks upon racks of kiddie clothes. You were supposed to work very fast so it wasn't uncommon to miss and accidently tag yourself with the pricetag gun and end up with a bloody pricetag stuck to your finger. Even worse than that was the warehouse piping in the same three Phil Collins songs all day long.

― Larcole (Nicole), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 12:44 (twenty-three years ago)

My HS job wasn't cheesy -- I worked as an assistant to the activity director at a nursing home. Some parts of it were really nice, and some parts of it were dire or boring. The thing I dreaded most doing was interacting with the nurses, because most of them were incredibly rude and condescending toward all but their own little group. Still, in the end, when I got to have conversations with adorable little old ladies, it was all worth it.

― Just Deanna (Dee the Lurker), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 14:56 (twenty-three years ago)

I worked in an amusement park, it was mostly really boring and not even that cheesy, except for this one day when I had to walk around in the giant beaver suit that had 10 years of highschool sweat in it.

― Hanna (Hanna), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 14:58 (twenty-three years ago)

Worked in a nature-oriented gift shop in a mall. Got held up at gunpoint. Got fired a few months later for being a lazy stoner.

― Octothorpe (Octothorpe), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 15:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I worked at the "alternative" CD store on the U.C. Irvine campus. Now it is an anime store, if it's still even there.

― donut bitch (donut), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 16:29 (twenty-three years ago)

I worked at a Boston Market (a semi-fast-food rotisserie chicken joint); all the managers there were complete dipshits, and there was this 35+ year old slightly-retarded dishwasher named James that was always snapping my apron string and pressuring me to "c'mover and drank some whiskey and wartch some rasslin" at his house.

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 16:34 (twenty-three years ago)

I was a hostess at Tumbleweed Southwest Mesquite Grill and Bar for like four months. They made me wear a chambray shirt and a bolo tie. I had to try to get customers interested in something called a "Texarita," which was like four margaritas in one enormous glass.

― kirsten (kirsten), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 17:11 (twenty-three years ago)

How could anyone not be interested in that?

I've never had a regular job. In high school, I did typing and proofreading for a ridiculous-but-decent-money-for-a-kid page rate, and sold fanzines for coffee-and-comics money.

― Tep (ktepi), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 17:14 (twenty-three years ago)

I only worked in my local library and it wasn't cheesy. Yay.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 18:52 (twenty-three years ago)

good lord ned

― nnnh oh oh nnnh nnnh oh (James Blount), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 19:02 (twenty-three years ago)

I was a checkout girl at Sack-N-Save.

― Texas Sam (thatgirl), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 19:08 (twenty-three years ago)

I worked at a Dairy Queen. And I was a department-store Santa Claus.

― J (Jay), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 19:08 (twenty-three years ago)

I put spaghetti in plastic containers at a japanese-owned italian fast-food restaurant for a while. Then I was a barista at a soulless coffee shop. Then I worked in a Post-It (tm) note factory for an entire summer. I operated the sheet-cutter, but occaisionally while working the packing line I would write random messages in the middle of the packs.

"Call Grandma Immediately! Emergency!"

"Buy more pretzels and shaving cream."

etc.

― Dale the Titled (cprek), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 19:14 (twenty-three years ago)

I did some things.

― FLUFFER, Wednesday, 6 August 2003 19:18 (twenty-three years ago)

Once worked in my fathers funeral home. One time in the winter took a trip in the hearse with my brother to Sault Sainte Marie to pick up a corpse. It was my first experience touching a dead body. Old guy, terminal illness, skinny as a rail and completely naked. The human head is surprisingly heavy, necks don't get enough props. It wasn't a pleasant experience but at least I got to drive across the Mackinac bridge in an ice storm.

― lawrence kansas (lawrence kansas), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 19:21 (twenty-three years ago)

I worked at an auto parts store, and before I worked my way up to the cushy position of delivery driver, I was a stockboy. Had to unload palettes fulled with heavy-ass brake drums/rotors, alternators, batteries, etc. and put them on shelves. They had to be put in the right order, so if you had, say a drum w/the part number 2000, and there was no room between 1999 and 2001, you had to MAKE room, ie move every single fucking drum in that shelf around. The heaviest items--drive shafts and whatnot-were invariably stocked on the top shelf making it nearly impossible to put them up there by yourself.
I also had to resurface brake drums and rotors, which involved using this machine that would etch away the rust and hardened brake dust. This material would spray out towards your face. We were given no protective wear. Of course, some shit got in my eye and the company was scared that I'd sue, so they were incredibly nice from then on and bought me my very own protective eyewear. Woo.

― oops (Oops), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 20:31 (twenty-three years ago)

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