My first jobs were being a tutor and a teacher's assistant when I started college, but my first, real job was Wal-Mart.
Dude, I don't even know what to say about it. Central vally, California, 24-hour Wal-Mart? Bunches of meth-heads and migrant workers? It made the job pretty interesting, though it was still soul-crushingly awful. Lots of crazy people stories, but I'm sure, if you've been to Wal-Mart, you've seen them all play out.
One story tugged at my heart-strings, though.
One super late night, a woman and her 3rd-grader daughter show up at my register. The mom spoke no English, so the little girl was asking me all the questions. Once I told her the amount, this little girl fills out the check for her mom, who then, with great difficulty, printsher signature on the check. This moved me so much, it totally changed my mind about illegal immigrants...well that and going down to Mexico to see the state of affairs that these types of people attempt to escape.