My first job at the bakery was jamming doughnuts.
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I worked from 12 to 17, six years in a bakery. I was a pastry cook.
Dad was a baker, and we lived above the bakery, so I was always popping down to have an apple pie or a doughnut or a custard or gypsy tart: I had a very sweet tooth, and I think that that was what got me into doing what I do now.
I was a mechanic at a go-cart place, a deejay at a roller rink, a telemarketer in New York, a grocery bagger.
In L.A., I worked as a bagger at a Ralphs for about two weeks. And I said, 'I just can't do that.' Not that it's a bad job. I would put the bread down and then the cans down on the bread, so I got fired. Or I just left. I'm not really sure which one happened.
I still take my own lunches to work. That way I can control what I'm eating, as opposed to another doughnut.
My first waitress job was at Johnny Rockets in New Jersey, and then I waited tables at a sports bar.
My first job was, like, McDonald's.
My first job, I was Chuck E. at Chuck E. Cheese's.
My first job was a commercial for Ball Park Fun Franks.
I baked bread, hand-ground peanuts into butter, grew and froze vegetables, and, every morning, packed lunches so healthful that they had no takers in the grand swap-fest of the lunchroom.