I took a job at a white-shoe NYC law firm, with an office, business cards, and a fat starter paycheck.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I worked at a law firm in New York very briefly.
Once when I was a fugitive, I was working for a law firm in Denver.
I worked also, doing things such as our paper route and, later on, waitressing.
I was working as a stockbroker in New York and had the seemingly perfect life.
In the 9th grade I began my first wage work for the West Side Drug store delivering prescriptions and sundries on my bicycle to customers who called in orders.
I was a mechanic at a go-cart place, a deejay at a roller rink, a telemarketer in New York, a grocery bagger.
My first job, actually, was a Chicago Bulls commercial. I was a ninja. I walked with a limp for a week afterward and got paid 500 dollars 6 months later. Thanks, guys.
I worked in restaurants, bars, record stores; I did anything and everything to pay my way through university and LAMDA.
About six months after I moved to New York City, I was literally down to my last twenty dollars when a friend of mine from college got me a job at an Upper East side gym. I ran the cafe, and I was the janitor. It was an unfortunate combination of duties, to say the least.
My first job was, like, McDonald's.