Franks's got a job, starting Monday as a go-fer in his dad's office. Except that they spell it gopher, which makes me picture him digging nasty little holes all over the place like the fellow that is tunneling under my front gate.
My first job was as a motel maid. Looking back, it wasn't that bad. I worked from 9 until whenever we were done, on weekends and holidays. Other classmates worked there too, so we could talk while making beds and cleaning toilets. There weren't many perks, except for getting free Cokes from the machine. There was nothing better than an icy Coke in a glass bottle. Howver, it may have ruined me because I've hated housecleaning my entire adult life! Although, I could have gotten that from my mother.
The Handy Husband's first job was picking up golf balls. Then he was a paperboy. Our paperboy. I was too shy to talk to him when he came around collecting. I would give him his $2.85 and he would give me a tiny square receipt. That was the extent of our relationship for many years.
[Update re the HH: My M-I-L says, "He especially liked picking up golf balls because he also got to drive and park the golf carts. Driving; one addiction he never outgrew."]
So tell me, what was your first job?