Everyone starts somewhere. My first “job” was as a young lawn mowing entrepreneur back in Philadelphia. I walked my 22-inch green gas mower to Mr. DiMarco’s house, where I spent about three hours cutting and trimming his grass. I made $10. Fair enough. Next was a candle factory job, where I made $1.93 an hour working at a hot decorating table. I was 16, and glad to get a check every week that summer. I wasn’t very bright, since I could have done much better at landscaping, but I was satisfied with the wage.
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