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Date: 2024-12-06 07:14 pm (UTC)I had ... two jobs during my high school years, part time each one. And one was seasonal only. Those are the on the books jobs. And actually, I think I only had one recurring off the books job those three years.
The first, the seasonal, was my first tax-paying job. Spencer's Gifts, a novelty store, thought hiring a sixteen year old to do loss prevention in the holiday weeks around Christmas was a brilliant idea. I think I intimidated one set of pre-teens into slipping the merchandise back on to the shelf during the weeks I was there.
The other was cold-calling newspaper sales to residential people. The only good thing about it was working with my best-friend/romantic partner.
And the off-the-books job was working with her at the local comic book shop, "paid" in store credit which let me stay on top of my comic book habit.