That is pretty hard core right there.
Or really bad advice
Honestly I saw nothing wrong with what IBB originally posted so not sure why my buddy 60's guy went off on him but I assume there is an underlying string of previous battles that fed it...Anyway dudes.... life is short, times are fucked up right now and we all could use a good dose of respect and kindness ...Lets not let this really cool thread take a spin in the toilet and get flushed. Be polite, be kind and most importantly be funny if you can.
but it was enough to fill the tank in the car and the boat.
I suppose we are all pretty boring really. So nobody had a job as a 'adult film actor/actress' on leaving school then?
I didn't see anything wrong with IBB's initial post either. I do take exception to his follow up post, but only because I have been tossing the idea of naming our band "Old Cactus". Well, scratch that one off the list.
I had so many jobs as a kid, pickin strawberries was one of them; washing airplanes, mowing lawns, paper routes.... But my first job with a paystub was a busboy at a pancake house. minimum wage was $2.35 or so. It wasn't much, but it was enough to fill the tank in the car and the boat.
... and a boat was something you worked on if you joined the navy.
Well, you could still name your first album, Life is like F'n a cactus.
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I shared a house with some polytechnic students that espoused that philosophy ! A couple of gross Welshmen in London. {Actually, to be fair, one of them was great ~ recorded my first ever jams with him. He just drank too much and wasn't toilet trained }.it was like the toilets and urinals didn't exist. Just the floor
I agree with your decision. And I take full responsibility for initially, and unwisely, launching a preemptive strike. For that, I apologize.I've deleted a couple of posts that were unhelpfully off-topic
For me, the story was better than its ending !Everyone's first job story is awesome reading!
Your story was great! You made the decision to go see The Rolling Stones at the risk of losing your first job. I would have made the same choice.For me, the story was better than its ending !
In my hometown there was a small Chinese restaurant in operation during the 1950's and 1960's. I ate there often. The restaurant expanded four times in size to an adjacent area next door within the same building complex. The restaurant operated for another 30 years until they went out of business.I was kicked out of high school at 16. Good Lord if I only knew then what I know now.
My brother who had graduated, worked in a restaurant and told us "I will only eat what's been in the freezer." I didn't understand till I got my first job washing dishes at the Babylon Diner. I worked from 11pm to 7am. I had my little cassette player and I remember I listened to a lot of Clapton. I'd keep rewinding to hear Layla (OK that's D&TD. It's still Clapton).
I wouldn't see the mice. But, I constantly heard them over head. Since it was the night shift, the diner was never crowded and one night the creepy cook chased the lone waitress around with a dead mouse (a big one) in a trap. It was here I realized what my brother was talking about. But, that's not the worst story.
The mashed potatoes, string beans, corn, and other dinner items were put into large cans and sat in a "steam tub". It's very hot water, and it keeps the food hot, in case someone orders a meal at 2am. After I'd been there a while the cook gave me the task of dumping the vegetables from the metal containers to the buckets. He decided to show me, and in some of the buckets were mice droppings. He just poured the food on top of the mice shit.
I still think about that when I eat out.
This is NOT about me. But, it's another HORROR story of food. I worked with a guy who lived in Astoria Queens. He was not a bullshitter. He told me how he went into a friends bagel shop and went to the back. He walks in and the friend is peeing in the batter.