A blogger friend, who is a friend first that just happens to be a blogger,  he is a writer; wrote recently about his first job his mother pushed him into to pay for his auto insurance.  I believe he was paid about $1.40 and hour.   His story reminded me of my first job.

I was about 13 or 14 years old.   A friend of mine needed to quit the job he had, and recommended me to his boss.   I didn’t need to interview, I just needed  to show up after school for about an hour.   I showed up at the back entrance behind the bar of our communities American Legion Hall.  An older gentleman pulled up in an old black limo, parked and struggled with his breathing as he climbed about 8 stairs.   He introduced himself as Bob.  Bob was the bartender.

The pay was…