Worked in a pub during college and uni then my first proper job was driving about the North East putting football events on for primary school kids. Absolutely loved it.
Notarianni ice cream van man around the estates on the north side. (Greensleeves) Followed a summer later by platers helper in Thompsons. Lifetime of memories, stories and lessons learned from both.
Office boy, A Newcastle shipping company. 1967. 5 guineas a week and iirc a daily luncheon voucher to the value of 3 shillings,
Jacked it and went into construction, daftie that I was.
Golf ball collector. They gave me a golf buggy to drive in my first hour of working there. I drove it into a wall.
I was banished to pick golf balls out of brambles at the bottom of the driving range.
It was class, 5 hours graft in the baking sun working on my short game.
Started work initially for a publishing company, sending out magazines dealing with all things financial. I was thick as fuck as a couple of people on here can testify to! Started reading the mags then ended up working for a German bank for 20 plus years! Amazing what you learn on the hoof, blagged my way through it to end up as a manager, now I work freelance as a fucker upper for the bank testing out and deliberately wrecking their new software to make sure everything is ready to go live.
Taking the orders and serving sunday dinners at a pub in Peterlee.
Then being trained to go onto the bar once I turned 18. Money was pretty pants looking back, but at least I had one marketable skill to help pay me through Uni and for I couldn't get a job afterwards.