I did work at a mall in college - I think retail/customer service is just one of the most hideous jobs in the world. So I always try to be extra nice when I go into a store. But malls are part of our culture, if you watched any teen comedy in the '80s. it's clear that malls are where we live!
My father managed shopping malls when I was a kid, and my high school job was to dress up in an elf costume and take photos of kids sitting on Santa Claus's lap.
It doesn't have to take a Portland Trail Blazer or a professional basketball player to do good things in the community. You can work at a bank or work at a 7-Eleven.
I've worked as grocery store cashier; I've worked at a bank call center and as a Lady Liberty for Liberty Tax Service dancing around with the sign for a while.
When I was 13, I had a weekend job at the Photographers Gallery Bookshop in London.
My first real job, I sold Christmas trees when I was twelve for extra money. I did that until I was fifteen. Then I bagged groceries, and I worked at the first Borders ever in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
My first job was working Saturdays in Sports Soccer in Newcastle. I only used to work three or four hours a week, so it wasn't a huge amount, but I do remember spending the first pay I got on a new pair of trainers.
When I was 13, I forged my date of birth so that I could get a Saturday job at Woolworth's, earning £1 3s 6d for the day. But my real ambition was to do something in the music world - or, at least, close to it.
Starting at 11, I was a movie-theater popcorn girl, a babysitter, a sales clerk - in the Midwest, they start them early!
My first job was working in a dress shop in Los Angeles in 1940, for $7 a week.
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've worked everywhere. I worked in a warehouse packing surf supplies, a restaurant washing dishes, in retail, and I was a 'sandwich artist' at Subway.
I worked at an ice cream parlor called Chadwicks. We wore old-timey outfits and had to bang a drum, play a kazoo, and sing 'Happy Birthday' to people while giving them free birthday sundaes. Lots of ice cream scooping and $1 tips.
My first job was in retail at the age of 14, and I have worked in the industry ever since.
I did retail. I worked at TJ Maxx before. I did fast food at Shake Shack.
All my legitimate jobs were embarrassing. I used to be stock boy at an Odd-Lot, making $35 a day.
If I don't get enough sleep, my brain gets fatigued, and the voice suffers. If I'm doing some retail work and trying to read and record legal copy, I start sounding like I had a few too many the night before.
Both of my parents were college-educated within the curriculum in Haiti. When they came to the United States, both had to learn English. My mother worked in retail and continues to do so today, working as the lead sales representative in a fine-jewelry store. My father became a machinist.
I worked at Starbucks when I was 16... It was all right.
On Saturdays I worked all day in Hunter Gaunt's drugstore in Winchester, and then at night, my mother drove me to Front Royal, where I sang pop tunes.
I worked at a Sport Chek in Vancouver, only so I could get the discount off snowboard gear. But I hated the job so much, I quit before I got my discount.
A future at Wal-Mart may sound a less-than-stellar prospect, but it's a whole lot better than no future at all.
I'd drop whatever I was doing to show up to do the graveyard shift of 'America's Shopping Place.'
I worked at Wendy's for a week.
I didn't want to be a retailer. I hated to wait on people.
