Though it started out as a day to celebrate labor and trade unions, Labor Day has become more of a “end of summer” 
celebration, full of picnics, barbecues, sales, and football. It’s that last little vacation before school starts (or gets into full swing).
So, as you enjoy this last “summer hurrah,” be sure to soak up the sights, sounds, and smells of the day. You might just get inspiration for a bit of writing!
Question for you: In the theme of “Labor” Day…what was your first job?
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Like most girls, my first job was babysitting – but if you don’t count that, I worked for a friend of the family who was an artist. I watched her kids and helped with filing stuff and other “secretarial things” in her home office. I enjoyed it, because I liked to watch her artwork “develop” as she worked on it.
Wow, does this conjure up memories! Not sure if I can go back that far.:-) As far as I can recall, my first job was a stone’s throw from my high school in New York City. At 16, I worked as a page in a branch of the New York City public library system. For many years during my college years, I held several library jobs in the system as well as the library at Columbia Univ. Teacher’s College. Boy, those were the days.!!
I worked in my college library, and even considered becoming a librarian for a while. LOVE libraries!
I was a Nurse’s Aid in a nursing home. Now days, the title is CNA. I did medical treatments that someone without special training should not have done, but I had to. Scary to even think about it.
My first job other than babysitting was in a soft goods warehouse. Filling orders from tiny grocery stores for stuff like shoelaces, sox and cheap toys.
Then I sold upscale shoes in a family owned high-end shoe store, very fun! Would so love that discount now!!
I too was a babysitter (which is probably why I never wanted children)but the first official job was a waitress at Big Boy. It was physically demanding work and I always came home smelling like a grilled cheese. I made good tips but would have done so much better if I’d been nice…ahhh, the rotten attitude of a sixteen-year-old.
I’m not sure if I am able to respond this post, but I’ll try. My first job
was when I was between eleven and thirteen years of age, while living in Wichita, KS. The church we were going to at the time had a person who baked various kinds of donuts, and she had people who would sell them door to door. She persuaded my parents to let me sell donuts door to door in my neighborhood also. It was a small subdivision south of Wichita where we were living so everybody knew everybody else. And it
only took a few minutes to ride around the whole area on my bicycle. I would
walk around the housing area and after showing people what kinds of donuts that this person made, I would then take their orders. Then when the donuts were delivered to me, I would deliver them to the customers. That was between 1953 and
1956. That job didn’t last too long, and I don’t remember how much money I made, but it did keep our family of seven in fresh donuts for awhile.
Jerry Ham
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