There was a lemonade stand that lost money but supplied paper cups for years.
In the summers during my high school years, I visited a family friend in Vineland, NJ. Vineland was a big egg farming area. On the weekends he worked vaccinating chickens and I sat in his house watching TV. After two weekends, I was offered a job on the crew.
I began at the bottom of the ladder by driving chickens into a portable corral. Then I caught them by their warm, smelly, scaly legs, holding two to four in each hand waiting to give them to the inoculators. Wasn't anyplace to wash up for lunch.
Add to that the lingering smell of burning hair from the red hot blades of the debeaking machine. I lost weight that summer. I couldn't eat chicken for two years.
The first summer catching chickens my pay rate was 50¢/hr. It really didn't seem worth the trouble. I must have impressed them with my chicken catching skills for the next summer I received a 100% raise.
|Carpet warehouse and workroom|
I didn't get rich at any of my early jobs. I do believe my early work experience was a necessary part of building my character.