My very first job was selling "Grit Newspapers" when I was in the sixth or seventh grade. I was a magazine junkie (still am) and it was in the back of "Right On." I convinced my mother to let me sell the papers and we went out a got a checking account (joint of course since I was a minor).
For my first gig, it wasn't that bad b/c it was something I wanted to do. But I had to cease selling b/c folks just couldn't get it and refused to get it.
My loyal customers were loyal b/c they saw someone who they thought was cute going door to door trying to sell a paper that almost no one ever heard of. It was fun though.
The first taxable job I had was picking tobacco in CT. Now that was some grimmy work. Folks do a double take when they learn that I picked tobacco. I don't know what they think of me, but they always say, "I can't believe YOU picked tobacco." Believe it and the stories from that.
