My first job was 48 years ago. I was a dish washer at my father's restaurant. I also bussed tables and hostessed from time to time and this was a gratis job. I got no pay except for the tips the waitresses gave me for cleaning their tables fast and I enjoyed it.
My first PAYING job was about the same time. It was babysitting and I hated it. Seriously, it was tortureous for me. I didn't like kids, had never spent time around them and had no idea how to deal with them. This is weird considering how much I adore my kids and my grandkids. But at age 15, for me, it sucked.
I figure babysitting is probably where I first began to develop the concept that being poor is better than doing something you hate no matter how profitable. I wonder how many times in my life I've absent-mindedly said, "There's not enough money in the world to get me to.....". Boy, if I had a nickel for every time I said that......hahahahahahaha! Unfortunately, I ended up sacrificing my principals worked A LOT of jobs I didn't like. Some were worse than others but when you're the sole supporter of a family, you do what you gotta do.
So here it is, 48 years later, age 62 and I'm retiring the end of May. I don't have a lot of money saved up (BIG understatement there) but I'm doing it anyway. And the funny thing is, I plan to spend most of my time hanging out with my grandkids. Life is one big irony, huh?