Market Basket, a local New England grocery store. Baggin' groceries, retrieving carriages, all that prestigious stuff that you see them punks doing.
I was one of them punks. Made like 6.50 an hour or something, saved up and bought me a 1976 Fender Quad Reverb. It's gone now, but I shouldn't have bought that ridiculous amp in the first place. But still, it was kinda cool when I was 16.
I left that job because whenever we closed up, at 10 everyone that was under 18 had to punch out for legal reasons, but they would make us keep working?
That and the fact that it totally sucked.
I'm a crap councellor in the summer at a day camp. I get payed in heroin and rum because Canadian laws are awesome. It looks good on a C.V though so whatevz.