My first "job" was working with my girlfriend's (at the time) dad. The dude I wrote about totaling his wagon the other day. I used to go with him and help him with his deliveries. He delivered to other parts of the country. Getting woke up early in the morning, like 4, 5am to have a 3,4 hour drive to unload the heavy underlay (under carpeting) It used to kill me getting home every night, dirty and feelin' urgh. I hated it, but I couldn't say no because I was practically living at his house and well becuase I can't really say no..
I used to look forward to the days when there were only 2 or 3 locations. It meant more unloading at each point but hell, knowing I was gonna be home before 4pm was great and I loved just going home taking a shower and lying down, playing games. I only did it to help out and the second he found someone who wanted to do it, I was outta there. I was called in every now and then to help out when the other guy couldn't do it. Still never said no, though after the last time I decided never again (un)fortunately the wagon was totalled and no one will be messing with it again, bad for him, good for me and everyone else on the roads.
I've also worked in a factory, packing and picking items to be shipped off to other countries. I loved that, the people there were all very nice, and even fixed a major error I made on a order one time. Even when it meant they had to be there nearly all night. It was easy and I was either listening to my CD player (even though we weren't allowed) or chatting to the others there. It started off as a one-day part-time job, but me and the few that were there for the day worked so well that they decided to put us in as temp. I was working there for a few months until I decided to take the day off. The weather was sucky and I didn't feel like going, so they fired me. Shame... but oh well can't complain.
I've also worked in a shop for a brief time, to help out the manager a few times because she was swamped. I spent most of my time worried that I was making mistakes with the register. But all in all it turned out to be pretty cool, and the gal I was there with was aiight too. I agreed to help out under the condition that they allowed me to wear my hat, which they did. If I was full time I wouldn't be allowed, which is why I never wanted to be there permanently.
Right now I care for my aunt. It can be tough at times, she can drive me crazy, she forgets things and repeats them over and over like she's never said them. But on the whole it's pretty easy and gives me a lot of free time. I'mma be doing this until I have to stop, and then, who knows.. I'll do anything that comes my way.
Pro Gamer maybe? haha, naw. I was playing Legendary last night briefly. I was getting so frustrated with it. The grunts kept sticking me and the brute shot was messing me up. ARGH. Straight to Double Agent, now there is a game I can play with a degree of skill.
I also picked up Spiderman 3 today, I've been meaning to get it for a while but forgot. Saw it, got it, finally. I love the game, and number 2 for that matter. Spent a good part of this afternoon playing it. I'm just waiting for friend and foe and NBA Live 08 to arrive.
Right now I'm playing PGR4 (no surprise right?) though I'll play Gears when this room starts to deteriorate. Gotta love PGR. Sorry to bore y'all