My first real job was busting out of the place I was in, anything to be alive and free.

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At around 3 years old Dad paid me around 2.00 a hour to move and stack firewood that he heated the house with.

Not sure why he even did that, he was self employed, and I guess instead of training me like a family chore he taught me way early to think outside the box.

Up until I was 22 I always worked for Dad, operating the same construction equipment that is on that TV show Gold Rush.

I was operating machines that cost 200k years before I was legal to even drive a car.

Except for working for Dad, or being self employed like I have been all of my life, I only had 2 other places I worked, and both was in school so I could actually get out of school early to work for Dad or myself.

School work program would not let me out early to do work they thought was dangerous, (that I have already done for years), so part time for a while just to get out of school early I worked at a warehouse that shipped toys all over the world, name of it was Browning South or something.

I complained that they had me cutting their grass, and I was released by the school.

So next thing high school sets me up at Dunaway Drugs. Well, they told me to go scrub the toilet and I walked out.

Luckily the school agreed with me that all this bullshit was a waste of my time, and we agreed to fake the paperwork to make it look like my Dad owned a grocery store and that was where I was working.

So anyway, I was supposed to be working at a grocery store while I was in high school, but instead I was operating excavators for the most part.

And off topic but I hated English classes, but I did very well. I was offered scholarships to colleges with these papers I have wrote and whatever.

I said HELL NO!

And it is just so funny that I hate to write or type a damn thing, but I get on here, and I write a book.

(and yeah, I was always looking for ways to make a buck, I did AWESOME all through my school years as the candy man).

(10th grade was the best, minimum wage was 3.65 a hour, and I was making 80.00 a day profit selling candy while in school). (and then after school go climb on a machine and make 10.00 a hour).

I semi retired at 40.

If only I would have chilled out and not had to go to beach bars 20 times a year and have too much to drink and get labeled a VIP I could be fully retired now.

And my only regret is that I wish I had of just went to the beach a tad less, because it was so often I do not even remember 25% of the trips, they just all ran together like I was there full time.

Anyway, all my jobs are real, but as far as this topic the way I think it means, just 2, while I was in school and forced to work some stupid bs briefly. (sorry, had a couple of nattys).

Anyway I have no clue if working for Dad at age 3 was my first real job, or working for that warehouse at 16 as a excuse to get out of school early to mess with that crap before either going back to work on machine for Dad, or other things I also had going on was the first.

Sorry. I wish (not really), I could say something like: Oh, my first job was with Delta and after 50 years I am retired now.

I am self employed, and I will never retire, because I like what I do, 90% of the time I can sleep as long as I want to, and stay up here hopefully entertaining you guys while I have a Natty. Or 2.