Welcome to #ThrowbackThursday! This week, we’re looking back at our first real, W2 jobs! Before we got our mojo working in the telecom and tech industries, we each got our start somewhere different:
Angela Leavitt, Founder & Chief Mojo-Making Officer
I was 15 when I was hired to be a lifeguard. Sadly, I didn’t end up working that job due to spending the majority of that summer in Canada.
Fast forward to my senior of high school and I got hired to run the cash register at the pro shop inside an indoor soccer / roller hockey rink. It was pretty cool because people would only visit the shop between games, so I could get my homework done or watch TV while I worked. I eventually moved over to the concession stand, which was bad news because they had soft pretzels and Red Vines and I couldn’t stop eating them. So yeah, I gained my “Freshman Fifteen” a year early thanks to that job.
Juliana Kenny, Content Manager
For my first “real job,” I was a barista at Starbucks. The chain opened a new location within walking distance of my parents’ house, and my mom was fed up reminding me that I needed my own money because I was about to turn 16.
She brought me to the store in the hopes that a manager of sorts would be there, so I could ask for a job. I have a vague memory of bringing a resume, except I’m not sure what would have been on it except being named to my high school’s honor roll.
I was hired, and quickly developed an absurd caffeine addiction. My favorite things about donning the green apron were getting speedy at making drinks behind the bar, and discovering the many permutations of coffee and milk. (And free frappuccinos, duh.)
Justine Dolorfino-Thieman, Digital Strategist
My first W2 job was sales for Brighton Collectibles during the holiday season in December, 2006. I felt really fancy because I had to wear all black and was given jewelry to wear while I worked.
It was fun helping people pick out gifts for their family and friends, and the mall was conveniently-located just 10 minutes away from my parents’ house.
Without a doubt, though, my favorite part of the job was lunchtime, when I could run up to the upstairs food court and grab some orange chicken and wontons from Chinatown.
Andrea McCarter, Project Coordinator
My first “real” job was working for a friend of my mom’s who owned an accounting firm. My mom got fed up with me having too much free time one summer, so when her friend mentioned she needed an assistant she had me call her the next day. I helped out with simple office work such as filing paperwork and answering calls.
Although I sometimes worked in the office, there were other times where I did random errands my boss needed such as babysitting her kids, going to the grocery store, etc. Any odd task she didn’t have time for she essentially handed off to me. It was great because it was flexible with my school schedule.
And as it turns out, I learned I hate accounting! So it helped to steer me in a more creative direction in my career.
Tom Ladeau, Social Media Manager
I started my first real job when I was about 16. I worked as a “gopher” at a bike shop in the Boston suburbs. Gopher (go-fer) was the entry level position at the shop. We would clean up, help the mechanics with odds and ends, fix flat tires, take out the recycling, etc. Basically, we were bike-specific janitors.
I had mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, it was a dream job because I was really into mountain biking and got a great employee discount. On the other hand, it was one of those jobs where if you were good at it, you ran out of things to do within a couple of hours. This bike shop was large, with several floors, bathrooms, and stairwells that needed cleaning every day. But sweeping up floors and wiping down mechanic’s benches only took so long, so it was often tedious.
Eventually they let me start building kids bikes, which required only basic mechanical know-how. What I didn’t already know, I learned, and I use a lot of these basic skills maintaining my bikes to this day.
Michael McCarthy, Account Executive
My first job was when I was 15 as a stock boy at Trader Joe’s. I remember everyone who worked there was always in a really good mood and it was a fun first job. My mom took advantage of my employee discount so we always had good Trader Joe’s snacks stocked up at home.
The worst part of the job was stocking the freezer. It was a frozen tundra in there and after touching so many yogurts I would start to lose feeling in my fingers. The best part was that after a year or so I had saved up enough to buy my first car which was a used manual transmission 1990 Acura Legend.