My first jobbed sucked really bad. I was 12 years old and had to spend my Sunday's cutting up pickles in the back of a deli while all my friends got to go to the movies or go skating or play sports. I had to do it though, because my parents didn't buy me things. My dad told me if I wanted something I had to work for it, which is a philosophy that has stayed with me to this day.
My first job was in the back of a pizzeria in new york scrubbing dishes. Talk about dream job HA!