Not counting baby-sitting or dog-sitting (my grandauntie's spoiled big dog)my first job was at a fishing resort. Clean cabins and clean the two big public restrooms, there was one at each end of the resort. My first day on the job I was feeling so sad for myself I was cleaning the men's toilets and crying. One of the fellows that also worked there must have heard me sniffing, he stopped at the big open door and asked what was wrong. I told him, he said "I'll clean the mens and you do the ladies and we just won't tell the big boss". Now how sweet was that? That was my first job ages ago.