1). Working for Grandma
One of the earliest memories I have of getting paid for a chore (a job) was at my grandparents house. Their driveway and patio was all pavers. My grandmother paid my brother and I a dime for every weed we pulled out from between pavers. Let me tell you, when you are....like 6....those dimes add up quickly. And boy do you feel rich after making $4 or $5 of weeds being pulled. And now that I understand babysitting kids a little bit better, it sure would keep them amused for a good long while.
2). Law office b*tch
I spent several summers working at my dad's law firm doing a lot of grunt work. I know, someone has to do it. And let me tell you, it taught me a great lesson about how I did not want to spend my life. Filing <shudder>. And filing some more. I was really really bored. Really. But, it meant I was able to go on summer vacation with my family without worrying about taking time off. And things could have been a lot worse than an office job.
3). Insurance Claims Taker
For about a year and half in college, I worked at an after hours call center. Taking auto insurance claims in Spanish and English. It was for a shady West Coast based company. It must have been some really bad insurance. But, for a college student, it paid well. And a lot of night the phones were dead quiet, which meant I got to do school work. The other people who took other random after-hours calls, weeeeeiiiiiird. Very very weird. Nice enough. Entertaining. But weird. One guy legally had his name changed to Bark-Me Wolf. No I am not making this up. And Bark-Me, if you are reading this, I apologize. But you do have to admit, meeting you does make a great story.
My first "real" job out of undergrad. A banker. Why I thought that was a good idea? As my dad still likes to say, I couldn't even balance my own check book. Yet they hired me to help other people with their money........ (I actually was pretty good at it. Who knew!)