Take it from me, you don't really want a job. Work sucks. Getting your first job is like getting your first pube: you get all excited about it, you may possibly even brag to your mates because now you feel like a "real man", but pretty soon you realise that this seemingly momentous development actually isn't all that brilliant after all, as all it really signals is the end of the simple life. From hereonin it's just gonna get bushier and bushier until birds start nesting there (if you're lucky). Don't get a job. Get a Remington Fuzz Away. Much better, and far more fun.
