Elizabeth Strout Quotes

I had a job since I was old enough to work - since I was, like, 14.

There was years when my father didn't even make a hundred grand - or barely made a hundred grand - and sure, we had a maid, but she only came twice a week. What do you think happened the other five days? You think those dishes washed themselves? You think those clothes got themselves in the hamper?

My mother, Carmen, cleaned houses and took care of elderly people.

As a little boy, my first job was delivering newspapers, and then I had a variety of different jobs. I worked in a butcher shop. I worked in a supermarket. I worked in construction. I dug ditches on the Long Island Expressway in 1954, 1955, 1956.

My mother was a cleaning lady all her life.

I started working at clubs when I was sixteen, which is young. I would not want my kid doing that, but I did, and that's how it went.

I started working when I was 13, picking up trash, bagging ice.

I can clean my own house. Now, maybe a couple of times a year we have a cleaning crew come in before we have a party, but otherwise, I'm able to maintain it myself.

My first job, 9 years old, part-time, was selling Christmas cards door-to-door. Ten years old, my brother and I had paper routes. We delivered a morning paper called the 'L.A. Examiner.' Get up at 4 o'clock, fold your papers, deliver them and get ready for school.

I pulled cotton at 6 years old and worked on the peanut farm and paper route.

My first job, I was Chuck E. at Chuck E. Cheese's.

There's nothing my housekeeper does that I can't do - and maybe better!

I do chores around the house, but I don't get an allowance for them. I wash the dishes and sweep the floor... I'm sweeping the floor quite a lot, and my mum always expects me to get a broom and swagger it across the floor all the time.

I had to work from a young age.

When I was 13, I had my first job with my dad carrying shingles up to the roof. And then I got a job washing dishes at a restaurant. And then I got a job in a grocery store deli. And then I got a job in a factory sweeping Cheerio dust off the ground.

I'd rather break stones on the king's highway than hem a handkerchief.

My first paying job, when I was 15, I was a day camp counselor.

I left school when I was 14 to work in kitchens.

I've been working since I was a child. I worked cutting lawns, delivering newspapers; I was a telephone salesperson; I was a guitar repairman.

I missed quite a lot of school because I was working from the age of 11.

My first job was working for my dad. He was a used-car dealer, and I used to wash the cars down, clean them out, and so on. I would do stuff for him pretty much every day. It was quite a good job, to be honest.

When I was young, I had minimum wage jobs as a busboy, flipping burgers and parking cars.

The first job I ever had was at a pool-liner-manufacturing plant. Minimum wage was $4.25, and that's what I was making. It was this huge, hot, un-air-conditioned factory staffed with all women and me. This is in Georgia, during the summertime, so it was pretty ridiculous.

I've been working since I'm 9 years old.

I worked construction clean-up. I was driving a pickup truck at the age of 14 on a construction site. I loved building and being part of the process. You got to see your work.