My first job was technically babysitting. I started babysitting my nieces at age 12, and continued doing so as more nieces and nephews were born. I eventually became a nanny as my babysitting responsibilities and duties increased in a variety of ways. I committed to this job off and on until two years ago.
I got my first "real" job as a cashier at Staples when I was seventeen years old. I was not looking forward to working there, especially because of social anxiety, but I was desperate and homeless at the time, so yeah. It didn't make too much of a big difference, though, considering my limited hours and wages. I worked there for six months.
I got my second job working at a GameStop when I was 20 years old. It wasn't too bad, save for all the social crap I had to deal with. Scratch that, it was a terrible experience. There were lousy hours, shady goings-on, and lots and lots of lies. My coworkers were lazy, and three of the four of them weren't even gamers. Didn't matter too much anyway, since we were trained to lie to customers about how great this and that game was, even if we were fully aware of how bad the game was. Needless to say, I didn't work there for long: ♪Dun dun dun, dun!♪ 6 months!
My third, most recent, and current 'real' job is working as a produce clerk at a supermarket. I worked as a bagger for ten months, up until I finally accepted a promotion that the higher-ups kept bugging me about since I started. I consider my 'promotion' to produce as more of a way of moving over rather than up. I could even say that it was a huge mistake. After two years, I'm still pretty much on the bottom of the totem pole; received a 50¢ raise upon starting, which brought me up to $8.00 an hour—currently at $9.50/hr. I have to close almost every night. As such, I get effed over by my superiors—who get off early—on a daily basis. The sheer amount of manual labor and grueling demands is astonishingly absurd. Every night I have to struggle to meet the aforesaid demands by 9:50 PM, just in time to catch the last bus of the night (arrives at 9:55 PM) or else I'm **** out of luck. Excluding babysitting/nanny(-ing?), this is the longest time that I've ever been employed at a single job. Sometimes I wonder why I still work at this job.