Inspired by the recent threads about childhood memories and injuries, I thought it might be interesting to talk about the various jobs (good and bad) we held in our youth.
My best job was one I held for several years, all through high school. I was the projectionist at the local movie theatre, back when they used two projectors to run the movie and you would have to change back and forth as each reel would run out. Ever notice those little spots that flash (about 7-8 seconds apart) in the upper right hand corner of some older films? Those are "cue marks", signals to the projectionist to start the changeover procedure. Of course you can probably imagine when something would go wrong and the screen would go blank, and the people would boo and yell. Now they splice all the reels onto one big one so there is little left for the projectionist to do.
It was a great job, though- I was mostly left to myself, which was cool. That job payed for my first new trombone and first car (1969 Ford Galaxie).
There were many other jobs to talk about, but I'll start with that one.