my first job was cutting grass and raking up the leafs and baging it.and there was always one lady with the biggest property and wanting to pay the least -- she would have you there all day and say i see one leaf ove there and one over there -- but she forgot i bag like 30 bag loads -- and then she would say hears 10 dollars but next time your going to owe me........
boy that job suck
danny

MY FIRST JOB WAS AS A PLUMBER'S HELPER, I WORKED FOR MY FATHER'S FRIEND. I WAS 12 YEARS OLD

Summer job in the textile factory where my Dad was a foreman (14 years old with working papers)

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I know we had a similar thread before but here goes anyway.

My first real job was as a bookkeeper for the International Supermarkets. I started at 15. I worked down on Southern Blvd can't remember the street. I worked 5 afternoons and Saturdays. I guess that's why I became a Banker!

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Originally posted by schwartz:
I know we had a similar thread before but here goes anyway.

My first real job was as a bookkeeper for the International Supermarkets. I started at 15. I worked down on Southern Blvd can't remember the street. I worked 5 afternoons and Saturdays. I guess that's why I became a Banker!

--HOW DID YOU GET THAT JOB AT 15 YEARS OLD, DID YOU WORK FOR YOUR FAMILY!!! JOHNNY

Not for my family, but my Dad was their Produce manager.

I used to work in my godmothers' bodega since I was thirteen. but my real first job where I paid SS. was in the NYC park department. At that time I was sixteen and had my real draft card in my wallet which i got in Puerto Rico when I was fifteen and a half.I was sent to a playground in Flushing.Great memories. There were no Puerto Ricans in flushing in those days. And here I came from the Bronx with light brown hair, sideburns like Elvis in those days, Acapulco shades and after the supervisor would come to check the place I would put on a pair of jeans and white moccasins. The people were surprised like hell. The young ones would call me the 'hoodlum parky'. Had a ball with the girls that came from college that summer of 61. They hadn't seen many PRs. So I taught some of them how to do the Cha Cha and the Merengue. The Pachanga was just making its debut at that time.
One Sunday morning after cleaning the park,around 11 am, the girls came in with a record player and i had some spanish songs we were dancing in the handball court and one of the guys says. Hey Lou there's the supervisor, I froze as he waked in. He looked the place over then came to me. the girls came to my rescue. and told him it was their fault, he was okay with that. He said "the place looks good and you are a good dancer" I was nervous but smiled. then he said."Son make sure you get that off of the flagpole. I had forgotten to put up the flag up.
We all looked up and there in a bright sunny Sunday morning was a pair of 'panties' merily swaying with the wind. that was hilarious because everybody started laughing and I could not hold it either. I have great memories of my first real job!!!
rgds Luis M.

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Originally posted by schwartz:
Not for my family, but my Dad was their Produce manager.

---BUT STILL YOU HAD TO BE GOOD TO HOLD A JOB LIKE THAT. JOHNNY

I guess your right. You know when your that young you don't think your good at anything.

I was 15 and bagging the dry cleaning orders in back of a cleaner on Allerton Ave...I think for 15 or 30 bucks a week......

I also had a summer job at the Bronx Botanical Gardens....

My First job at 14 was in the bronx zoo on the pony track