Like others, I had the usual babysitting/gardening/helping-dad-at-the-office type jobs when I was too young to take a "real job" (W-2 job). And then I took some temporary W-2 jobs that lasted just a few weeks, like working over Christmas vacation gift wrapping books at Honolulu Book Shop.
My first permanent full time W-2 job was as a rent-a-car girl in Waikiki. This was at the International Market Place, which is now gone; back then it was a collection of dozens of grass huts containing tourist shops and Hawaiian entertainment, with tropical vegetation and paths winding between them, right there on Kalakaua in the exact center of Waikiki.
Anyway, I had my own little open air grass hut and I was the only one working there! Every few hours somebody from work would come check on me and pass the time of day. They brought me beautiful leis to wear, and flowers for my hair, plus they encouraged me to dress in a muu-muu, work on my tan, and go barefoot. In other words I was supposed to look as Polynesian as I could.
They also encouraged me to smilingly converse with potential customers walking by and lure them over to talk about maybe renting a car, particularly any military that happened to wander by. Then if they rented a car, I'd arrange it on the phone, take their credit card info or other payments, and then walk them a short distance to where they could get a ride to the parking lot where the cars were.
What a perfect first job! Getting paid to flirt with handsome guys sure seemed like it to a teenager like me at the time. A job like that would be scandalous these days, I suppose, but hey, it was fun.
None of the guys were inappropriate or scary, and they were having as much fun flirting while they rented a car, as I was. The good old days.