Good topic, CT4.
My first job was during the summer of 1998, right before my senior year of high school. This was the same summer that my grandma passed away.
The only reason I looked for a job was to take my mind off of her passing.
Anyway, my first job was as a cashier at Price Chopper (a NorthEastern grocery chain).
Okay, a quick sidenote which I know I will get clowned for. When I was like 7 or 8, my dream job was to be a cashier. I thought scanning groceries was like the BEST job to have. Whenever my mom and I would go grocery shopping, I would unpack the groceries and pretend I was a cashier.
(Let the clowning begin)
Anyway, my starting salary was $5.15/hour. Our uniform was dark-colored pants or jeans, a white shirt and an apron. Since I was under 18, I had to wear a BRIGHT RED apron.
I eventually was moved into the video department and then the customer service department.
I used to have so much fun clowing the customers that came into the store. It's amazing what or who you'll see there. I worked there until my sophomore year of college with an ending salary of ONLY $6.50.