Ahh yes, it was 1979, I worked at the A&W Coffee Shop doing everything from flipping burgers to washing dishes. Minimum wage at the time was less than $3 an hour.
I was a professional killer and was paid to kill Nazis like Colin...
Colin you are too lucky I stopped working on it...
How the fuck do you dare to open a thread asking to invade another country, you stupid fucking prick.. I hope someone invades your country and kills you... That will be fair, you fucking nazi.. how the fuck do you dare to open such threads..
I will advice everyone I know to stop promoting your shitty program you fucking nazi..
I was a professional killer and was paid to kill Nazis like Colin...
Colin you are too lucky I stopped working on it...
How the fuck do you dare to open a thread asking to invade another country, you stupid fucking prick.. I hope someone invades your country and kills you... That will be fair, you fucking nazi.. how the fuck do you dare to open such threads..
I will advice everyone I know to stop promoting your shitty program you fucking nazi..
I have to admit I've never worked in fast food. I waited tables at two different places before I got married - that's as close I got to working "with food".
I remember when I went from being a video clerk at Kroger making $4 an hour to temp work with MCI at $6 an hour to permanent with MCI at $7.25 an hour within about a month. I thought I'd NEVER have to worry about money again
My first job was working as a dishwasher at a chinese restaraunt. Man, those fuckers were picky too! If they told me to mop that floor....there had better not been ONE SINGLE spot on it!
I think the wage was like $4.25 or some shit. It was back in 1990.
When I was 14 I got a special card that allowed me to work during the summer helping the janitors clean the local elementary school. I *think* it was $1.75 an hour, paid every 2 weeks.
Another kid was doing it too, and evidently he stole a bunch of cassette tape recorders and stupid things and he blamed me for it when he got busted. So my mother and I had to go to the police station where they asked me dozens of questions and finally asked me something about a day my father picked us both up. Well, my mother started crying because my father had died 2 years prior. The detective closed the file, apologized and told us he knew I didnt do anything and they'd take care of the other kid and not to worry about it ever again.
Paperboy with my brother when I was 11. No hourly pay that I can remember but this is how it went down.
My dad offered me $5 a week for doing my share of the household chores and I told him to keep his money. All I remember is knocking down about $30 to $40 a week. Enough cash to pimp my ride (bicycle) and buy my girlfriend anything she wanted.
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