Your First Job
April 25th, 2008 by Rodney LeeMy first real job was a "lot boy" at Windward Volkswagen in Kailua. I started working there as I began my sophomore year, earning $2 an hour. I worked from after school until 6:00 PM, Monday through Friday, and 9:00 AM until 6:00 PM on Saturdays. I hated that job. When I started working, I didn't even own a car- I rode my bicycle to and from work for the first year. During the summer, I'd start work at 8:00 AM and work until 6:00 PM, Monday through Friday and 9:00 to 6:00 on Saturdays.
This went on all though high school and even while I went to college. Needless to say, I took part in no extracurricular activities for school. It was just work.
And the thing was, I hated that job. Hated, HATED, HATED! it. Detailing cars (inside and out), new car prep., filling gas, playing cashier, filling propane tanks, and everything else under the sun including doing landscaping work at the bosses house. The only part I liked was when we got to drive brand new cars back from the distributor in Mapunapuna to Kailua. Otherwise, the job was hot and sweaty and dirty and sucked big time. I hated it.
And as much as I hated it, I worked there for 5 years - which doesn't sound like a long time now, but think about it - my whole high school life and half of my college life was spent working there. In student terms, 5 years was a long time.
btw, did I mention that I hated that job?
Some of my friends worked at the cannery during the summers. I almost feel like I skipped some sort of rite of passage by not "working cannery" - especially when I'd listen to them talk story about working there.
They'd talk about how they'd buy brand new shoes at the beginning of summer, but by the time summer was over, the shoes were all stained with pineapple juice and all those little gnats would fly out of the shoe whenever it was moved.
Or how they'd shove pineapples back up the line and jam the Ginaca machine so they could take a break while the mechanics cleared the machine.
Or how they worked the swing shift and got through work close to midnight, and whenever it was Jon's turn to drive, the ride home always consisted of a least one pass on Hotel street with a return trip on Pauahi street - to view the "scenery". Jon still thinks those were girls.
And the money they earned during the summer would have to be budgeted to last them through the school year until they can "work cannery" again next summer.
What was your first job or jobs - whether it was just seasonal work or if you were dumb enough like me to stay at a job that you hated for 5 years.
Tags: cannery, first job, Ginaca machine, hotel street, Midlife Crisis, summer work
April 25th, 2008 at 6:47 am
First real job?
Well, not counting helping on the farm, wen pass pepah for about 3 years from 5th grade to 7th grade. Delivered Hawaii Times and Hochi and got about $15 a month...$10 from Times and $5 from Hochi. Route was kinda long and had to bike it for about 3-4 miles ...this was country, customers were spread out. Rode my old but newly painted blue Schwinn with goose neck...kept it running' and shinnin'. But the best time was Christmas wen you get presents or tips. Besides the grouchy and drunk I suspect old man who brought the pepahs, hazards of the job was basically the freakin' dogs that chased you, only got bit once though, otherwise, the $15 was good money.
Next job in HS was was for only a few hours a week at this drug store making signs for displays and sale items...was okay.
Then of course worked Del Monte cannery for 2 summers because I got pull...dad knew one of the workers in mechanical shop who happened to have the same last name so I became his "nephew." Easy job, first was oiler/greaser. Go around with grease gun and pump those nipples all over the cannery but you had to climb to the ceiling walkways to get to some of the machinery...was a really dirty job. Next year was a knife sharpener...phew boring, mostly the small triangular knives for the ginaca machines or was it the tidbit machine...forget. But can't forget the friendly old man in the shop who taught me how to sharpen and do the odd jobs around the shop...come to think of it, he was like a Mr. Miyagi, with a lot of wise words. Worst part of the job was whenever we had ammonia leak...that was bad stuff, made your eyes water and gasping for air. Lunch was either in the cafeteria across the street or in the dark locker room upstairs, hung around with a townie Kaimuki guy, forget his name but thought he was cool, played the trumpet for some band. Oh yeah, one more thing...bango badge. Every worker was assigned one, otherwise you no get in to work or get paid.
Then worked service station for about 2 years in HS...did all of the usual pumping gas, wipe da blades and windshields, check the tires, radiator and oil. Not really into the car thing but learned how to change oil, fix flat and basic car maintenance. Was hard work for this boss, he kept us doing stuff all the time and lunch break was inhaling you plate lunch, no rest and back to work.
April 25th, 2008 at 6:52 am
My first job was at Times supermarket in Kahala when I was a junior. I was a courtesy clerk, fancy title for bag boy. I had to wear a white shirt and tie, yuk. I hated my job too. I think I was making less than 2 dollars an hour. Worked week days and every weekend. Jack Lord and his wife would shop there offen. I quit after my senior year.
April 25th, 2008 at 7:14 am
Working my dad's 16-acre sugar canefield after school and on weekends...didn't get paid, but had lunch and iced water, and dad's pat on the back, which in hindsight was/still is priceless. I didn't have to toll every single minute, and was adventuresome especially when the cane stalks grew higher than me; got lost in there several times. And had to squat to poop between the rows of cane - man, those blue/green flies got there fast even before the first turd hit the ground - though after a while my thighs would begin to ache so had to cut 'it' short before I toppled back. Was very peaceful, close to the forest line, only hearing the wind and rustling cane leaves, birds chirping; and my calling to my pops "eh dad, where you stay?"
April 25th, 2008 at 7:52 am
Young Kid time, I used to help my Uncle spread Baggase in people Anthurium farms. Then go pick up slop for his pigs, carry them down the hill by the river and feed the pigs. Didn't really get paid, but lots of fringe benefits. I learned how to drive a big standard truck and parallel park between 2 cars in downtown traffic. Gotta be fast or the horn start blasting since only had 1 lane. Then when I got married, my Uncle gave us some pigs for Kalua and make Filipino food for the reception.
My first paying job was dishwasher at Woolworth in Hilo. Got paid 65 cents an hour WOOHOO!!!!. Big money those days and we get paid cash every Friday. Was tripping when the manager came up to me and told my I going get 10 cent raise. Was hard work. Sophomore year in High school, driving to work right after school to relieve the full time dish washer who would leave about 1/2 hour before the place closed and at the same time having to clean up the entire kitchen, diner and refill all the bins by carrying 100 lb bag rice, sugar and flour and get out before they close the store 1 hour 45 minutes after I show up for work, To make it worse, only had me. Than Saturday work all day in the hot kitchen. To cool off I used to go into the walk-in frig and chill before going back. Used to squirt some whipped cream they kept in there for dessert. Worked there for 2 years then off to college.
During college, work service station at night and weekends. Full Service man. Even vacuum (we used to vacuum all the loose change on the floor and oops da ash tray. Da boss no let us rest. If no cars, we polish the pumps. Hardest things was when we had to go change the price of gas on the sign even if was way less then 50 cents a gallon we still get stink eye.
Next real job after college, Telephone operator at $4/hour. 9 months later transferred to the job I'm holding on as an Electronic Equipment Installer for the last 29 years making ........ sorry no like say buy WAY more then the 65 cents I started with. Hope I can retire one day and go fishing.....
April 25th, 2008 at 8:02 am
Not my very first, but one my first jobs was as an attendant at a gas station. Two of our most well to do customers were also the nicest, kindest, most generous people we ever met. They would also later through separate incidences, become known as high profile murderers. One went to prison, the other died before convicted, but the evidence was substantial. I remember them being so good to us...spooky.
April 25th, 2008 at 8:34 am
Soon as my pops could sign the work papers for child labor law, i started in the canefields with da uddah bruddahs.... we all got our dirvers license fast so we can drive to work.. was good fun working for the plantation... ikf i not mistaken, we got paid 25 cents an hour and the year after that, 50 cents an hour.. regular workers were paid 1.80 an hour... brought our food in the kaukau tin bag and shared our food with everybody.. in a way working when you're younger and working in the fields was kinda heavy work especially when you gotta do so many acres of planting a day (acres not acre)... taught you reponsibilties, team work, getting along with people you no like ( like the luna)..by the time i finish high school we were up to 75 cents/hr. was big time (getting close to gr. 1 pay).. all of my money was given to my family to help with my olders sisters (2) education.. was given $5.00/week for spending...
worked i the pineapple fields for $1.25/hr.. only short time then back to the canefields planting pulapula.. randy, you lucky you get to work dat kind job.. try work in the fields...dusty, plenny bees, real hot, once in a while get sprayed by the plane that spraying the fields (no wonder i dizzy sometimes) was good fun working with a bunch of guys tho ... das da good part..
April 25th, 2008 at 9:05 am
Gas station also. But not just a regular gas station. It was in an Industrial area so we catered a lot to trucks and business vehicles. Pumping diesel in those huge tanks, pulling the large hoods down on those big trucks and checking the oil, and everything was so greasy. Covered with oil and guck every day. Memorable but not really enjoyable.
April 25th, 2008 at 9:07 am
book2 reminded me of something...Is it a sign of olden days to refer to your father as pop(s)? In writing, it's dad but it's pop when I talk to him or about him if with family. My sisters and brothers to this day and pop is 85 years old, will call him daddy. I'm the oldest but I refer to him as pop and I recall my aunties and uncles calling my ogisan pop. And mother is ma.
btw, I'm edad when emailing between my kids and daughter-in-law.
April 25th, 2008 at 9:20 am
I also worked at a gas station and it was during the gas shortage days. Remember those days? Even and odd days and long lines. My boss would point to a car in line and told me to put, "last car" sign on it. Man it pissed off a lot of people behind that car. But working there I didn't have to worry about getting gas for my car and my parents cars.
April 25th, 2008 at 9:24 am
I worked at the cannery in high school. When I applied, I was asked if "I knew math." At the time, I had just finished geometry, so I proudly said yes. I was assigned to the lab. I envisioned working in a white coat with beakers and stuff.
Not!
I worked in the cannery, to check quality control of the cans. I had to test cans coming off the machine that puts the lids on. Needed to have some good timing to make sure you grabbed the correct can coming of this rotating machine w/ 6 canning heads. Had to get one can from each head, and then measure the crimp of the lids. Went to our little corner of the cannery, ripped the lids off, got a micrometer to measure the lid crimp, make sure within tolerances, or the cans would explode in the cooker if the tolerances were too low.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Next summer, back in the lab, but this time I had to roll around a scale to check weights, make sure within specified tolerances. I wielded a lot of power as a 17 year old in the cannery - if the weight was off enough, I could stop the line and the mechanic would need to adjust the blades of the machine, which could take some time. If there was a lot of fruit backing up, it could really cause some problems. Foreladies would be screaming at us to "just let it go" and get the lines moving again. yeep! Schmall kine stress!
I dunno if was junk or good, but when had shortages in the cannery, the lab folks were recruited to fill the voids. I got to work the line jobs fairly often. Got to be tray boy, work the crush and tidbit lines, checked the pine coming out of the ginaca, but before it went to the trimmers, even had to check the location of the rat traps around the cannery.
Memorable, yes. But to this day, I no like eat pineapple. Well, I'll eat some, but I won't dive into it. That smell - wow, it stays with you. When I would drive past the cannery years later, catch a whiff, man, talk about flashbacks. All but a memory now....
April 25th, 2008 at 9:39 am
Soon as I got my drivers license at 15 my first job was a delivery boy for the town store. Man that was a good job.
After school I would go in, load up all the orders in the van then off I went....un-supervised. heh
Had to deliver to all the old folks who couldn't make it to the store. I even got tips. But was more like candy and food stuff instead of money. I dreaded when they ordered the 100 lb bag rice......ho da heavy.
Delivered choke chicken feed to the Filipino camps.....hmm.....I wonder why.
I also worked for anthurium and papaya farms. Just like Ynaku, we had to make the bagasse beds for anthuriums. The papaya farm was the pits. After working there I vowed never to go into farming.....as a career. For a hobby it's okay.
Eh Ynaku.....so you was one "buta kau-kau man" eh. I remember the buta kau-kau man going around town to take our slop for feed his pigs.
April 25th, 2008 at 10:01 am
I remember the "buta kau-kau man" He used to come to my Obachan's house to collect the slop. It used to be in a large metal can hanging from a rope outside the back door.
April 25th, 2008 at 10:07 am
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April 25th, 2008 at 10:10 am
..When I was in the 7th-8th grade -- I delivered papers in the afternoons Monday thru Saturday, then Sunday mornings....on my bike. In the winter, I walked my route, carrying about 50-60 papers in my canvas bag. I can remember going door to door every month collecting for my subscriptions and even getting a 50 cent "tip" to buy a soda sometimes...(wow!)
My 1st job during high school was also at the cannery on the 1030p-6a shift. I was a packer....remember the pines coming down the belt and grading the pines as either "fancy" or "choice". Also remember some of those foreladies? Yikes?! "No, no, no girleee!!!...not like dat!...dis one is choice!?! not fancy! aiiiyah!!! Getting off work at 6a to catch the bus home reeking of pineapple. Hard work but fun because most of the shift was made up of high school kids. If the cannery was still in operation today, no way would the kids now even consider working there....
April 25th, 2008 at 10:39 am
@sgoose:
Good point about today's kids wouldn't even consider working at the cannery. It taught discipline. Almost like boot camp. Could you image, the harassment lawsuits would be flying left and right in today's world. Just to work the graveyard shift while still in high school is something else.
April 25th, 2008 at 11:30 am
opso Yeah I feed da buta and move da cows. Imagine a 96 lb filipino teenage boy carrying buckets of stink slop with all da maggots down da hill to da pigpen, throw into the barrel and cook em up. Till dis day I can still SMELL DA STUFF. LOL!!!!
OH yeah, the metal buckets sitting on top one post outside da kitchen window. Had to reach up to take em down. I was wat 5 ft tall back den. How many time da bugga spill. ho da gross.
Now, if only I can get my 14 yr old son to take out da trash den I be in heaven.
April 25th, 2008 at 11:46 am
My very very first job was at home - I used to cut out applicae letters for t-shirts for - uhh - 6 or 8 cents a letter. I did this contract work at home since I was 13 years old until I graduated high school. I had to budget my time to meet whatever deadline had been set for the order (I made sometimes thousands of them at a time - but I split the labor with my mom) and I sure can't imagine my son, who's 15, being able to do what I did. Not that it was difficult labor, but I had to know how much time it would take to finish an order so I could finish on time. I was great, though, because I had a lot of flexibility with my time and still had a lot of spending money!
My first job outside of home was at Liberty House. I started as a temporary hire for the Zooper Sale (those were crazy!) and ended up helping with the renovation of the downtown store. Later, they hired me permanently and I ended up working there for a total of 15 years! My mom laughed when, at 17, I said I was going to get a retirement pension from there - but, hey, I did! I really enjoyed working there - I enjoyed helping people and made some lifelong friends from my co-workers. But, retail is a crazy business when the economy is bad... and, that's when you just gotta leave!
Today's kids wouldn't consider working at a lot of places we did. Nor are they willing to do a lot of things we would have done (and I'm not talking about anything outrageous!), even if they are working. That's why a lot of employers say that it is difficult to find good employees nowadays. Makes me wonder what kind of children we are raising...
April 25th, 2008 at 11:59 am
Worked at a service station my junior year in high school - back then you not only filled the tank but also checked the oil, tire pressure and wiped the windshield - for $1.60 an hour, wooohooo!! I remember washing my car with water/kerosene mix and pumping white gas for the boat owners. Man it was hard getting to work at 6am on the weekends to open when you've been out all night partying and not getting any sleep. I did learn how to drive, driving home with the company truck for lunch
Upgraded after 1 1/2 years to working nights, part time stock at Sears for $2.80 while attending UH. One of the few part time jobs that I really enjoyed..the job may have been menial but there were high school teachers, a future private school principal, a future cop, a future electrical engineer, a future university book store manager working there. No wonder our scrabble games in the candy bin were competitive!! When I left I was making $6.80 an hour. I also had a second part time job working for a community college bookstore then...another fun job...after closing, bring out the Sakura cards.
April 25th, 2008 at 12:08 pm
Ynaku, we had a slop can hanging by the garage. I think ours was a square shaped shoyu container. Had one small pig pen, maybe 8 stalls by our house and we could smell the slop cooking. I can still recall the pungent odor wen you walk by. In our farm area had several small pig pens and one kinda big one. The Hokama's were the only full time piggery ovah hea. Had one big cattle ranch and several families with their own cows. And most everybody had their own chicken coop...fresh eggs every morning. My friend nearby had one kinda big chicken farm...man, he worked real hard. Get big muscles from all da work - feeding, shoveling and wheel barreling the manure, and collecting eggs. He even chop da head off, put chickens upside down in this metal funnel with head stick down and cut em off so blood drip down. I would go ovah to help sometimes but he always working, hardly went to the park to play with us. I don't think he had any kind of real paying job until after HS. Family had 6 kids but none stayed to take over the farm...all dig out when of age to go school or go mainland...too much work! He eventually went into computers in the 60's and worked on main frames for major companies in Texas...retired early a rich dude and guess what...bought himself some farm acreage and still working his butt off.
April 25th, 2008 at 12:23 pm
@snow
Zooper Sale - LOL! Haven't heard that term for a long time. Let's see, had Zooper and Safari sale, and one more, right? What am I missing?
Now days, Macy's get One Day sale that starts on Friday and run through Saturday. One Day, my eye! And that happens, what? At least once a month?
I miss those 2 week Liberty House sales.
April 25th, 2008 at 12:30 pm
Make correction...not sure why I said it, memory gets creative sometimes, but worked Libby's not Del Monte cannery. Had 3 canneries at that time...Dole was the biggest, then Libby's and Del Monte. Wonder what ever happened to that big pineapple on the Dole cannery?
April 25th, 2008 at 1:43 pm
Duuude my first job was Lot Technician at Downtown Honda circa 1985 and I LOVED it. Detailing cars is easy if you know the shortcuts, tricks and the super chemicals. We used to just cruise Ala Moana with the loaners and used cars on the way to pick up parts or lunch for the bosses. Was way cool fun, I feel that I singlehandly started the Honda craze in Hawaii with all my burnouts, handbrake drifting 180 degree turns and burnouts in those 80s' Honda Civic SIs and CRXs. I used to run whenever the parts guys called "Lot Tech PAAAHTS" then got to cruise all day picking up and dropping off parts. It got to the point where they where only calling my name all the time. I loved it so much till I got canned for burning out one too many times with one too many complaints, baaahahahahah!!!!
April 25th, 2008 at 1:47 pm
btw......what does zooper mean?
April 25th, 2008 at 1:57 pm
tink was a combination of zoo and super...kinda catchy.
April 25th, 2008 at 1:59 pm
I think zooper sale is supposed to be like a Super sale. And because it was ZOOper, it had an animal theme to it. Like the mailer had a zebra pattern on it. And IIRC, the Safari sale had a jungle theme to it.
Where's that snow when you need her?!?
April 25th, 2008 at 2:05 pm
ahh soo... Tanx.
yeah.....snow da townie. She should know....fo sho.
April 25th, 2008 at 2:05 pm
LOL... opso, no tink about dat one ("Zooper") too much! All I know is when I had to work, it was like a ZOO! Those were the days of lines going out onto the walkways and ringing up sales continuously from open until close! Actually, they used to promote the sale using animal themes (zebra print, animals in print ads, etc.) - so, they combined the zoo theme with super and, hence, the Zooper Sale! It was the biggest sale of the year! Notice that the other big sale was the Safari Sale... so they must have had a thing about animals!
RL - the other sale was the Rainbow Sale, in October. They didn't introduce that one until maybe mid 80's... ? When we didn't have sales all the time, the sale days were crazy!! Now, Macy's has sales every week, so it seems. Yeah, I mean, what's up with the "Preview Day" to the "One Day Sale." I guess it's better than "Two Day Sale?" LOL... that's marketing for ya! (Eh... you such da shoppa... how come you neva work Liberty House?)
April 25th, 2008 at 2:23 pm
yessss!......we knew we could count on you snow.
Who needs Wikipedia.
April 25th, 2008 at 2:32 pm
Rodney, I must have had "da job" because it was exactly like your friends. Worked the ginaca machine at Dole Cannery and had the 2:00 pm to 10:00 pm shift. Tried to jam the machine with the pineapples but one of the supervisors saw me, grabbed me by the shoulders and said DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN! (I didn't). Only had a 30 minute dinner break, by the time you went up to eat had to turn around to come back. HATED all 8 weeks of it and did not eat pineapples for about 20 years after. Gotta admit that the cliche of now you know what hard work is was REAL. Must have had an impact, finished high school and grad from UH Manoa.
Talk about a "BAD DREAM", you just rekindled it. But really enjoy your blog, brings back memories that are both good and bad.
April 25th, 2008 at 2:57 pm
b ack in the early 70's I worked for Liberty house at the Service center on
south st.. thery moved to campbell ind. park in the mid 70's... worked at ala moana in supply department... was okay..teh sales was crazy especially the hnd bags... those ladies was unreal... dey fight toot and nail for the bags... ripping the bags of the guys that were bringing'em from the stock room..
hemajang, ynaku & the rest who know about pig slop cans, i thot us guys on the outer islands only had pig slop cans... i thot town was real modern... just goes to show you how country i stay.. hemajang, dey use to keep the chicken blood for the filipinos or what??
when we use to kill chix we kept to blood for put in the chix papaya soup,real guud...
sorry got carried away..
April 25th, 2008 at 3:06 pm
@snow:
Rainbow sale! That's the one!
As for me being the shopper - I didn't know how to shop until my wife taught me.
She created a monster
@willie:
Sorry for stirring up bad memories. But you're right - working a high school job that sucked gave us the incentive to finish college - even if mine was only at UH Kapiolani (KCC). I knew I didn't want to be a lot boy forever and that I wanted to work in an air conditioned office, stay clean, and earn enough money to go shopping.
April 25th, 2008 at 3:18 pm
book2, born in plantation hospital (mother always tells me that the doctor was the father of Charles K.L. Davis) and raised on Oahu but strictly country so can relate. I don't think my friend guys saved the chicken blood fo the filipinos. But speaking of smells, that was some bad smell after they cut and drain the blood, they dunk the chicken in one big pot of boiling water so the feathers easy fo come off. I use to think that was more stink than the manure. The filipinos use to come over to slaughter the cows in my neighbor's pasture and I saw them save the blood in one bucket.
April 25th, 2008 at 3:24 pm
lol... hey, sometimes I gotta work, ya know... !
opso - no need wikipedia? funny.
April 28th, 2008 at 5:03 am
First job was cutting grass with my buddy in Texas...we we're 12 years old. Walked the mower and edger (old kine with a blade, not plastic string) up and down the neighborhood streets. Charged $5 per yard...the yards are big in Texas, not like Hawaii.
First job in Hawaii was freshman year in HS. My neighbor ran an ice cream truck side business. He owned the truck and hired a driver to sell ice cream. When the driver came home every night, I cleaned the truck top to bottom. Drained the soft ice cream from the machines, cleaned the machines, hosed down and disinfect everything in sight. Alway had the little multi-colored sprinkles all over the floor to clean up. Got paid $3 cash and of course ate ice cream while I worked. I'll admit now that my buddies also got to eat ice cream, too!
First job in Hawaii where I was on the tax rolls was as a pizza delivery boy at the Magoo's Pizza in Hawaii Kai shopping center, in 1977. I fibbed during the interview and told the owner I knew how to drive a stick shift. I learned how "on the job" in their white Chevy Chevette that they hand-painted with yellow stripes. Enjoyed the job, ate lots of pizza, made pretty good tips on weekends.
April 28th, 2008 at 9:28 am
@Jtbrogan - Thanks for stopping by to contribute! I remember the old ice cream trucks. Was it Mr. Softee or something like that? It would drive around the neighborhood in the early evening, just about dessert time. I would hear the music coming up the street then see the bright florescent lighted truck slowly coming my way. I'd beg my dad to get me an cone. Of course, I always hoped one day to get the banana split so I could keep that cool plastic boat it was served in.
April 28th, 2008 at 7:49 pm
Mr. Softee,
I liked the cone called "dog ears" with all the chocolate sprinkles on top. But. most of the time I missed the ice cream truck.(I guessed the driver knew that the kids in the neighborhood would chase the truck for only a block or two! phew! then they would give up....).
April 29th, 2008 at 2:43 pm
Reading all the posts brings back memories of my friends working at the cannery or going to Lanai to pick pineapples for the summer. Before my first real job at Jack in the Box (remember the Bonus Jack and the Jack Steak?), i was a paper boy in Kalihi. I took over for one of my friends and delivered to a few apartment buildings. It was a great experience and I earned enough to get me a new bmx bike. Sunday delivery was not fun though...I think my bag full of the Sunday Bulletin weighed more than I did. After moving to L.A. after high school I later learned that one of my old newspaper customers was former Gov. Waihee. Lots of MILFs in his building. Ya know, I don't recall him giving me any tips