My first job interview was technically not much of an interview. I sort of fell into a job working at a horse farm in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. I “got” to muck stalls and clean up, and learn to “train” a horse my parents had bought from the professional trainer. I was about 15 or 16 at the time and I thought it was the greatest thing ever. I earned $1 an hour.
It turned out later, though, that I knew just about as much as the trainer did, due to my own common sense and logic. I had already done a pretty decent job with a “green-broke” gelding that my parents had previously bought me. He won a lot in the show ring because I worked very hard with him and finished his training myself.
Later, I thought it had been a big waste of money to keep that second horse, a filly, at the horse farm, but, on the positive side, the experience I had there was invaluable.