First source of income: Price tag assembler for a furniture store that my mom knew the owner of. Guess she wanted me to learn the value of tedious soul-crushing work. Basically, I tied strings onto price tags that would eventually be hung on the merchandise in the showroom - I got $3 for 100 tags. I guess they couldn't be bothered to do this themselves! Honest to god, even at 10 years old I knew I this was really fucking lame. One day my hesher pothead older brother and his hesher buddies helped me assemble about a thousand of these damn things so they could get money to buy weed.
Then, it was:
Paper boy San Francisco Examiner - this paper was so unpopular that one week I had no more than 5 or 6 subscribers
Dishwasher/Busboy at a steakhouse - fired for mouthing off
Dishwasher at a deli
Telemarketer
Salesperson, Miller's Outpost clothing store - forced to quit
Busboy at an Italian restaurant
Camp Counselor
Concessions/tickets/projection booth at a movie theater
Camp Counselor again
Cook at a cheese steak shop
Concessions/tickets/projection booth at a movie theater again
Camp counselor again
Cook at a cheese steak shop again - quit after one day
Coffee jerk Starbucks Walnut Creek CA
Coffee jerk Starbucks Portland
Coffee jerk Starbucks San Francisco (you could pretty much transfer to any store you wanted if there was an opening)
Admin person, Societe General de Surveillance (SGS)
Coffee jerk Nordstrom
GIS Intern Environmental Trust
GIS Intern City of San Diego
Digital Map Editor in Portland - over 7 years now. Christ!
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