Grocery store Bagger at Jenson`s Foods in 1976, was 15 and they required us join their union when hired, had no clue they were ripping off all the younger employees.
Since the union required over 18. worked for 8 months till my dad took a look at my pay stubs.

Yup! As a kid I remember eating at the KMart lunch counter a couple of times.

Sacking groceries at Jitney Jungle a couple days after I was old enough. Seems odd that at 15 you could drive but couldn’t have a W2’d job until 16. LOL
Somehow they got away with paying $3/hr when minimum wage was something like $3.35.

A summer job working for Lands and Forest Ontario at 16. Missed the tree planting. Job entailed cutting back scrub from the newly planted tree (coniferous), spaying chemicals from a 5 gal metal tank with a hand pump (nothing like tripping and getting a chemical bath). Bug juice didn't work so started to smoke (stopped at the end of summer) on breaks as that was the only thing that worked. Couple of small fires to put out.

Occasionally will drive by the planted trees and get a sore neck looking at the top of the trees.

Helping in my father's garage odd jobs etc. going out on the tow truck was 14 when I started to get paid for work done.

First job leaving school/college Radar technician with Decca Radar Ltd. working on fishing boats mainly, was 17 when I started there and went to college part time and evenings.

At 15 I pumped gas at a full service Esso gas station. Back then you had to ask to check the customer's oil, and clean their windshield. It had 4 pumps, and I worked alone, it did get stressful at times. All the pumps going, running back and forth making change. Customers using Visa back then was a pain in the arse, having to use that sliding contraption with the carbon copies.
Technically I worked 2 at McDonald's, but I was fired after 2 weeks. I hated it. They kept telling me to cut my hair, every time I went in. But what I really hated was they put me on cash, and they wanted me to push fries on people. I'm a strong believer that people would order them if they wanted them. So when I was being graded I refused to do it. If they put me on the grill I may have lasted. But the gas station job was way better. No dorky uniform (horrible orange polyester) and hat. The Esso Shirt and hat was way better. Before 15 I cut grass and babysat.

First paid, non-family job: paperboy, from 12 to just under 16 years old. Never fewer than 100 customers and I walked the entire route six days per week (tried my bicycle a couple times but it wasn't practical). Pennsylvania, so hot and humid in the summer and below freezing in the winter. In the 60's, so collections were in person. Probably what solidified my work ethic (although I freely admit that I am, and always have been, lazy as Hell).

First official (W-4 required) job: general summer overhire at the nursery for local florist at 16 years old. Probably spent less than 10% in the greenhouses.

Digging graves at 15. $60 per grave, split between two of us, if I remember right.

I ran a lawnmowing/trimming business starting from age 11 until I was 18 and went off to college, but I guess that doesn't count. I had many clients, though, and it was far more profitable, at 20 bucks an hour, than my fellow high school compatriots' jobs of flipping burgers and tending doting mall customers. But my first real paycheck job was a couple of years later after I decided I needed a year off from school, before switching majors and going back to college(because frankly, at that moment, I didn't give a crap about school and studies--was too #%&*$# bored), so I was hired as a pizza delivery driver, only to call them the day before and decline the job(which they put me on the ban list for--unprofessional manager), and took a job as a grocery bagger at a local Kroger.

That was in 1994, I think. I avoided working for the man for that long. I was eventually promoted to cashier, offered the job of supervisor with no pay raise, quit and joined another farmer's market that paid me 50% more, offered me 13 hours a day, 65 hours a week with overtime, so within 3 months had saved up enough to go back to college. It took me 25 more years to decide working for someone else sucks.

I'm now working for myself again.

How does it feel to now realize you've been virtually bombed and obliterated by most of us, many times over? Those poor SAM radar operators. I used to imagine the doors flung open and the operators inside scattering like rats before the warheads hit, as a kid.

A hobby shop that I can't remember the name of, when I was 15.

I was going to say piano player in a brothel, but that doesn’t meet the paycheck criteria. I was paid cash.

Paycheck was summer job in steel mill as a pipe fitters helper. Meant I carried the tool box and went to the shop for needed parts and pipe. Just a “step and fetchit“ job before military enlistment.

Age 16 or 17, 11th or 12th grade, part-time after-school local grocery store cashier, stocker, mopper. Hated it, vowed never to work with the public again.

Wife worked at competing store 2 blocks away, would spend 15 min. break jogging over just to say, "Hi, see you at school tomorrow, bye."

I'm pretty sure he was joking. I don't think OG grew up in New Orleans.

Old time pump piano ?

A go-for (gopher) job. Did you find the left handed sky hooks yet?

I watched a 17 year old girl in 2015 teach herself how to drive a stick shift in a customers car at a car wash I was working at for a second job over the summer.

The car was a Corvette z06...

She did fine though - she was one of those "really has her stuff together" types who probably has a masters degree in something by now...

Oh, my first job was Taco Bell in 1987 - did 2 years there...

When I was 16, my brother got me a laboring job in the print.

Used to work Friday and Saturday nights, printing what was a massive paper (Sunday Times) used to include a sales section, so paper was usually ~ 300 pages long. Used to load them on trucks in a bulk of 20 each throw. I know a quarter of a million newspapers is probably not a lot by U.S standards, but let me tell you, when you were looking at it, and loading it on trucks, it looked like it was never going to end!

Good earner though; as I recall I was getting $25 per hour, so in 2 nights I would make the same as what most men at the time would make in a week. Gave me the opportunity to buy my first good car cash, so was well worth it.

It also seems that you built up your arm muscles quite a bit during that time!