My first paid job was when I was about 8 or 9. My parents paid me for helping out at my ***'s company. My job included taking stuff from one office to another, putting invoices in numerical order, answering phones, matching invoices and receipts, and other such **** that an 8-year-old can do.
I used to have the best job ever and I don't know why I ever quit. My first job was working for some dude who rented out binoculars at concerts. I would show up 2 hours before the concert started, clean all of the binoculars and then walk around with a sign that said "RENT BINOCULARS: SECTION 123" until the concert started. Then, I would get to watch the concert for free and I got backstage access. Best...job...ever.
Oh, I should mention that for my 3 or so hours of work, I got paid 100 bucks. HAHA!!! Why'd I quit?!?!?!
Oh, you were one of
those cretins.

Yeah, when I was one of them (part-time, seasonal) I used to think it was the best job ever, but then I realized that I was full of **** when I started stagehanding. Now I get paid really well (not the measly $100 bucks a night that I used to get), I get benefits, I work year round,
and I still have backstage access. In fact, I get
onstage access.

Yeah, I remember being one of those cretins. At the amphitheatre where I started I worked in just about every department imaginable: parking, security, cashier, operations, receptionist, runner, event coordinator's assistant, stagehand, main office bitch...