In '38, this time I did a job for Mr. Stryker. I went on his payroll at about half the salary I was getting before, to cover what he called Harvest in Ohio.
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I spent thirty-two years in a paper mill in southern Ohio, and before that, I worked in a meatpacking plant and a shoe factory.
I moved to Princeton, Indiana, and became a professional Farm Manager for that Princeton Farms.
Stryker was a company that allowed me, when I had my knee replaced and I got the Stryker GetAroundKnee put in, to get my career back and get my life back.
My dad was an autoworker, my mom was a clerk. Until I was thirty-five, I never made more than fifteen thousand dollars a year.
I worked in restaurants, bars, record stores; I did anything and everything to pay my way through university and LAMDA.
My very first job was selling pop off the back of a wagon. Then I went to work in a timber yard to save up for my bass amp and joined The Smiths.
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 paying job, when I was 15, I was a day camp counselor.
My first job was working in a dress shop in Los Angeles in 1940, for $7 a week.
I was a dog groomer. I delivered radiators; I was a photography producer. I typed classified ads for many years. It was my longest term job - years of typing classified ads while I was in bands.
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