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From a meat factory in Spain to butterfly catcher, Lucky editors have had some seriously interesting first jobs. Click through to read their stories now!
"When I was 13, I spent the summer working at my mom's medical practice, filing paperwork and distributing mail for something like six dollars per hour. I don't remember much about the job besides the constant static shocks (damn you, metal filing cabinets!) and the thrill of getting to use a label maker (still my favorite office appliance to this day). But what I do remember is that at the end of that summer, when my family and I went on a vacation to Spain, I marched right into the Gucci store in Barcelona and handed over my entire earnings to buy a beige, logo-covered bag. Looking back, do I regret the splurge? Not even a little bit!" -Elana Fishman, senior digital editor
"My first job was at a children's clothing store in Venice, CA called Malina.  I was in high school and I desperately wanted to work at a restaurant but my mom wouldn't let me—so I  folded baby clothes instead." - Anne Keane, fashion director
"My father is an evolutionary biologist and all his research is on Colias butterflies—you know the yellow butterflies you see everywhere? Those. Particularly Colias meadii, which live, generally, above 10,000 feet way up in the mountains. They might be common, but they are faster than lightening, and they know to fly away, uphill (or, more accurately, up-mountain). My first job was to catch them—with a butterfly net. Very Nabokov-fantasy, except for the misery of running straight uphill at 10,000 feet all day. I stayed very slim, as you can see in this picture of me taking a break with my sister. WHY DO I NOT HAVE A VERSION OF THOSE PANTS NOW?? So Mick, non?" - Jean Godfrey-June, executive beauty director
"My first job was helping out at a meat factory, in Spain! I was 15, doing an exchange and staying with a Spanish family for a summer in the tiniest, dustiest, out-of-the-way town near Murcia. The father owned a meat factory, and every single meal the mother produced surreptitiously contained little chunks of red meat. It was probably 100 degrees every single day, and there was this looming, acrid meat smell in the air always. I helped feed pig entrails through the sausage-making machine. Once I helped un-latch a dry-aged pig carcass from a ceiling hook. The worst part was feigning excitement—and being NOT nauseous—because I didn’t want to offend my very carnivorous/non-English-speaking host family." - Megan O'Neill, senior associate beauty editor
"My first real job was a freelance gig on a Project Runway spin-off called Tim Gunn's Guide to Style on Bravo. I was the on-set assistant to Tim, as well as his co-host and the executive producers of the show. I had 6AM call times (which required me to wake up at 4AM since I was commuting in from New Jersey) and worked often until 10PM at night. This makes it sound like the job might have been awful, but it wasn't at all. Working for Tim was a dream because he was the nicest boss, always insisting he hail his own cabs and was always thankful. The executive producers became like mentors to me and were very supportive of me early in my career. I developed my work-SUPER-hard-don't-complain personal policy from this experience. Randomly, I still remember everyone's Starbucks orders, including Tim's — a grande iced black tea lemonade (sweetened). - Virginia Nam, social media director
"I worked at the local ice cream parlor after school and on weekends my sophomore year of high school. I scooped a lot of cones, made a lot of milkshakes and pretended to know what an egg cream was (still have no idea). My right arm got awkwardly strong and I learned there is such a thing as too much free ice cream." - Jenna Gottlieb, senior fashion writer
"While I got plenty of babysitting gigs in high school, I guess you could say my first official clock in/clock out job was at Massi's Greenhouse, the summer before I left for college. From the uniform (an oversized grey polo that came down to me knees) to the heat (a greenhouse, in July and August—you do the math), to the fact that I prefer my plants either roasted in olive oil on my plate or nicely arranged in a vase, there wasn't much I enjoyed about that job except it helped me save up a couple thousand dollars before moving to New York. My first big Soho shopping spree was totally worth all the sweaty grunt work!" - Alison Syrett Cleary, associate digital editor
"My first job in high school was at a Mexican restaurant called On The Border. I started as a hostess and worked my way up the ranks until I was a server. Some of those "ranks" involved chip-frying, takeout-order-organizing, and tableside-guacamole-preparing. Technically though, my very first paying job came at 10 years old when I was pulled from my dance school to be a promotional dancer for Radio Disney's Pittsburgh station. We opened for concerts, performed at festivals and parades, danced during halftime shows, etc. Excluding the present, it was probably the most fun time of my life." - Kristie Dash, assistant to the editor-in-chief
"I took home my very first paycheck as a cashier at the local Safeway my sophmore year in high school. Applying for the job required a two-day training program followed by a test to see how well you memorized those produce codes. To this day, I can't walk through a grocery store without the four-digit PLUs running through my head. 4022—grapes! Still got it." -Verena von Pfetten, executive digital editor
"Junior counselor at Camp Tepee in Monroe, CT. My brother and I swept the awards that summer: I won junior counselor of the year, and he won lifeguard of the year. My parents were so proud they didn't even mind that we celebrated our respective victories with a little underaged drinking (yes they did)." - Jayna Maleri, senior fashion writer
"When I was 14, I got hired at Coldstone Creamery. For the interview, I had to perform a cartwheel, so I guess it was my gymnastic ability that got me the job! On my first day, my coworkers made me eat a spoonful of cinnamon as "initiation" which, as it turns out, is super dangerous. Oops. At first, the best part of the job was taking home a "Love It" size cup of ice cream every day, but I got extremely sick of it after my first few weeks. I actually didn't start liking ice cream again until senior year of college…nearly eight years after my stint at Coldstone! The worst part was if a customer tipped you, you had to sing a thank you song, one that usually involved the word "bananas" and embarrassing dance moves. My friends loved coming in to tip me…it was the worst! - Madeline Alford, digital editorial assistant
“I totally lucked out with my first job—which I actually held for many summers through high school and into college. It was at neither a restaurant nor a clothing store, but instead at the U.S.’s oldest outdoor concert festival, Ravinia Festival, as a ticket taker. It was an absolute dream. For years, I got paid to hang with my pals, watch performances of world-class musicians (ranging from Tony Bennett to the Backstreet Boys), eat ice cream and enjoy the outdoors. Plus, it instilled an appreciation for grade-A customer service in me that, I’ve found, has been so important in every job I’ve held since." - Maura Brannigan, digital fashion news writer
"My very first job was teaching tennis at a summer camp run by a local country club by my house in Los Angeles. Aside from the crazy farmer's tan I got from being out in the sun all day, it was a dream job while I was in high school because it paid well (bought my first Marc Jacobs wallet with my paycheck!) and it allowed me to interact with tons of adorable kids who constantly kept me laughing while running around on the courts." - Erina Digby, bookings assistant
"My first job was at a brand new, giant movie theater in my hometown in Tennessee. I hated it at the time (and still dread the smell of movie theater popcorn), but I met one of my best friends working there. Fast forward almost 10 years and she saw my desperate plea for a roommate to move back to NYC with me and took me up on it! We lived together—mostly unemployed—for our first year in the city. I'm proud to say she's now a budding wardrobe stylist who is getting married in September. Looking back it always reminds me that even in the worst moments there's a silver lining. And trust us, don't eat the popcorn!" - Hillary McDaniels, digital production assistant
"My first significant paying job was junior year of high school as a sales clerk at a children’s book store in my town, Linden Tree Books. I loved this job and spent many happy hours reshelving piles of books and discovering new ones I’d not read, as well as recommending purchases to customers. They also had lots of author signing events which were fun and my gift wrapping skills greatly improved in the year I worked here (speed and neatness were key)." - Karen Wilson, senior digital producer
"I did telemarketing in London one summer when I was about 16, selling typewriter ribbon. I still to this day remember most of my script! I was terrible at it and made no money my first day—so went for lunch the next one and never returned!" - Fiona Lennon, bookings editor
"I worked at the Gap! For two years during high school. I loved it—the staff was a really eclectic and fun group of people. And, of course, I was really into the clothes!" - Julia Kalachnikoff, accessories director
"My first job was one of the best jobs ever: I was as a counselor for three years at Camp Tanamakoon in Algonquin Park, Ontario. I wore all green all the time (uniform!), had a cabin of 13-year-olds, and taught canoeing. Alas, it’s probably the first and last time I’ll get paid to hang out on a lake all day." - Hilary George-Parkin, associate digital features editor
"My first job was delivering the daily newspaper for the Finger Lakes Times in my hometown of Geneva, NY. I delivered papers to about 40 houses each day.  My least favorite part was collecting the money. The weekly cost was $2.10 but I was psyched if a customer rounded up to $3.00 and let me keep the difference as tip! I had this job for about three years until my sports and social schedule really got in the way. Plus I think I asked my younger sisters or Mom to fill in for me one too many times.
One day, a group of cute guys a few years older than me were playing basketball outside. I really didn't want to have to walk past them with my bag of papers so I did the only responsible thing: skipped their house and four surrounding houses, then went back to finish when they were long gone!" - Bridget Buckley, bookings director