(S7) - Weekend PT 5 - Lemonade Stand

[DeathOnReddit]

Arbin Asipi Jr's first job was being a cashier at Walmart. It was a decent paying job, and he was able to use it for things like hanging out with friends, buying his own food and all things that had to personally deal with him. This was because his family was well paid enough already to not need any help with the bills, or anything like that. It helped to have Arbin grow up a little, and he was able to learn a lot of valuable lessons from it. He enjoyed the job, and while he didn't wake up with a smile on his face about going to work, he didn't hate it. Of all the jobs he could have gotten at sixteen, it wasn't that bad. While he did have to deal with the annoying customer here and there, he was usually able to get through the day without having anything crazy happen.

[speculadora]

My first job was as a pizza delivery boy and boy was I the best pizza delivery boy there ever was. I delivered pizzas to anyone and everyone. I delivered pizzas to anywhere and everywhere. I delivered over five hundred total pizzas in my job as a pizza delivery boy. I was so good at delivering pizzas that the pizza maker I delivered pizzas for paid for my gas on my pizza delivery runs. On top of that, I made minimum wage plus tips for every pizza delivery I made. I made more money delivering pizzas than I do playing football. That's just how good I was at delivering pizza. The only downsides of being a pizza delivery boy are that being in a car delivering pizzas all day can get pretty boring and you get robbed a lot on some delivery runs. I would always say "I'm just a pizza delivery boy, I only have pizza delivery boy type money on me," but the robbers never listened. They would order pizzas under false pretenses and when I, the pizza delivery boy showed up to deliver their pizza, they would open the door and put a gun in my face. I thought "these pizzas aren't worth losing my life over" and that's the story of how I quit my job as a pizza delivery boy.

[Toasty]

My first job was rock picking for a friend of my step dads and first responder Marlene Schulke. The first year we picked rock in her fields and it was pretty fun and then it turn into picking up sticks in her grove so she wouldn't have to buy new lawn mower blades every month. then it turn into picking rock picking stick and helping her do carpet base. The carpet base is very hard to work with since the carpet she is given is shit. Then she had back surgery so we had to stay there almost all day everyday for 4 weeks straight. And by the end of the summer I had made $1,438. but there was a down fall to getting payed that much Mason Browns parents took at least 1000 of that for taking 5 cans of pop. Which is bullshit in my opinion. But what do I know aim just a 15 year old btw I wrote this on mobile so I have no clue if I am over the limit. 100% based off of my life

[run_CMC]

Dean Jackson’s first job as a kid was, at face value pretty mundane. He essentially worked as a copy boy for one wing of a medium sized hospital. For several hours, he’d stand in one place until a doctor or nurse told him to make some copies, he’d go to the printer, type in the code, stand there while the machine buzzed away, incessantly, and then track down whoever requested the newly made copies, before finally returning to his original standing point, just so that he could do it all again. He received an hourly wage, slightly above the state minimum. However, the real flair in this job was the incredibly juice gossip the nurses got up to. You wouldn’t believe the things nurses talk about while sticking some needles that to Jackson contained who knows what into a patient. Hopefully those needles never contained pure water. That could be deadly. Hopefully Jackson would remember that, and other such water potential principles, before a hypothetical AP Biology exam that is hypothetically tomorrow.

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[dave]

As far back as Omar Wrong could remember, he wanted to be a meme master. To Omar, being a meme master was better than being the all time sack leader in the NSFL. Even before Omar went into the discord to join the NSFL community, he knew that he wanted to be a part of them. It was to know that he belonged, to him it meant being somebody in a forum full of nobodies. They weren't like anybody else. They did whatever they wanted. They shitposted and never got banned. When they hurled toxic insults nobody ever called the server owner. Dermot ran the forum and the league and other places for simmer TC, who was a mod in the discord server. TC might have moved slow, but it was only because he was severely weighed down by all his hard drives of sim files. At first Omar's parents loved that he found a job he could access from his computer. Omar's father, who browsed Reddit for memes liked that Omar got himself a job. He always used to say that normies had shit memes.

[Mongoose87]

In Orangeville, home of Canada’s only outdoor orange tree grove, oranges are serious business, and lemons are the devil. Lemonade stands are unheard of, and a good bet to make you a social pariah from a young age.
That’s why, when he needed a few dollars for candy and chips, Will Harrison started an orangeade stand.
With orangeade, your sell is different from lemonade. Lemon is made with tons of sugar, and usually kept on ice, or served on the rocks. Orangeade is cold, and a fairly sweet, too, but its flavor is powerful. Orangeade flavor is like getting a lecture from Terry Crews will you drop LSD. It hits you in the mouth.
The pulp is also different. Orangevillians (residents of Orangeville) are big time into pulp. While Orangeade is technically a drink, it is served in a deep bowl and eaten with a spoon.
So, when someone is considering Orangeade, you don’t sell them on a cool, refreshing drink on a hot day. Rather, you sell them on an enhanced orange beverage experience.

[TheMemeMaestro]

Antonio Sandoval needed to work hard to help support his family. He and his brother were both natural born entrepreneurs and they needed to be able to help feed their family. They had 6 other siblings and their mom couldn't work. Their father was a farm worker and he didn't get paid enough to support the whole family so every little bit the boys could earn would help pay the bills, put food on the table, and keep a roof over their heads. They would run a Lemonade stand. Fortunately, in sunny San Diego, they were able to get a bigger profit because the demand was there for much longer than it would be in other places. It wasn't a lot of money but it helped. And now, with those fat contracts, the Sandovals can help with their parents. Even with Ricardo's retirement he is still a made man and now he just needs to sit back and relax.

[JKortesi81]

When Carlito Crush was growing up in the Dominican Republic, he became a fantastic sand castle builder. It was a relaxing way to spend some quality time with his father that didn’t include sports and running around. Crush ended up winning some prizes and stuff for his sand castles, and became a bit “known” around the island. The Dominican is a popular destination wedding site, and before you knew it, the local resorts were contacting Carlito about coming down to make some of his amazing creations on the beach where couples would get married. They could take pictures with some beautiful sand artwork. It was another feature that would set them apart as they battled other resorts for customers. Carlito would make a decent bit of money on weekends as he’d go to the resort’s private beaches and create some truly stunning castles. It was his first job, and he did for a summer before focusing on football. (158)

[Bzerkap]

When I was a young lad, growing up in rural Minnesota, my first job ever was the local paper route. I really hated that job. I was never any good at it, which is funny considering I'm a QB now. But, I could never land the damn paper on the porch. That shit went everywhere. The bushes, the roof, through windows, you name it. It was a scene straight out of a movie. No one really liked me.

However, my dad was a hardass and wouldn't let me quit. He also knew the editor of the paper well enough that he wouldn't let him fire me. It was terrible, but in its own perverse way it taught me a valuable lesson about perseverance and having a good attitude. I hated that job but I never let it show, and I truly tried to get better even though I never really did.

This is kind of a good translation to my career right now. I'm trying to get better, but I'm still throwing all these damn picks. Good thing there's no one good behind me, or coach might have benched me by now. I'll keep striving though, at not throwing any picks.