My first job was with my grandparents in 2006. They own an income tax office and for all but three years I've worked with them every tax season since doing filing, phones, and all the receptionist kinda stuff. I've also been "promoted", so last year I was also doing tax returns, and current plans are for me to inherit the business. I guess I'm set, government willing.
My first "real" job was at a grocery store in 2006 and 2007. Worked there for four months, but my boss thought that "homeschool" meant "available anytime" and I could not get it through her thick head that I couldn't work mornings because my dad was home in the evenings and was too noisy for me to study. So I quit that job when she scheduled me for all mornings one week and I was already three months behind in my schoolwork. Luckily I scored high enough on my ACT test a few months later to graduate early, so I also kind of dropped out of school halfway through 11th grade too. About a year later they asked me to come back because they were having problems finding help, so I was a "produce manager". In reality I just helped unload the trucks since I was the only one who wouldn't sit around and complain about my third husband and my boss was too sexist to hire men. My only AS problem was touching. My slutty coworkers kept grabbing at my underwear and one I caught rubbing one stockers' nipples a lot, one of the only men allowed to work there. Poor guy, I don't know why he put himself through that sometimes. And one of the guys that delivered Pepsi was bad about shoving me into my register and into the shelves, which stopped when I took a swing at him. My boss thought what he was doing was funny, and he wouldn't listen when I asked him to stop.
Second job was at a video store with a tanning salon in the back, over a year through 2007 and 2008. Which is weird, I didn't watch movies and I didn't tan, and that was just before the stinky lotions starting screwing with my stomach like hair salons already did. AS issue being I couldn't see dirt. Don't ask me how or why, but I can't see dirt or trash on the carpet unless it REALLY stands out, like a dirt clod. The manager said if she knew I was a bad cleaner she'd never hired me, and I told her she should change the help wanted from "cashier" to "cashier/maid". I forget why I quit.
Third job I worked at H&R block for a few months from 2009-2010. Worse job I've ever had! Horrible and painful dress code, the preparers were not allowed to talk to each other even if they needed help understanding the convoluted tax laws, they were not allowed to answer the phones, and we HAD to go fetch our clients from the waiting room instead of let the front desk escort them back which was highly inconsiderate of the old man with bad knees. I was promised 40 hours a week, and they had me working 8-12. I told my boss that I quit, three times I told her, and then H&R Block sent me a "no call, no show, no job" letter. I tried disputing it because that was a mark against my reputation, and the district manager just hung up on me. I hate H&R Block with a passion.
Fourth job, also 2010, I was a receptionist at a printing company going down the tank. The front was always quiet, so I spent a lot of time with the graphic designer and giving him a hand. They let me go after a few months because they couldn't afford to have hired me in the first place. Loved working there, even if my boss thought my calculator was a cell phone and I was texting during my math homework. (I was attempting college at the time.)
Fifth job, also 2010 just after the printing company, I worked as a waitress. Hard work, boss adored me and said I was the best waitress she ever had, my customers said I was their favorite. And I was pretty fond of them too! Only AS issue was the vinegar and clorox needed to clean stuff, how I hated mornings there! And a few social anxiety issues with the initial meet-and-gret to get people seated, after that, I was fine. The problem? One skanky pervert that had already gotten many other waitresses fired by cornering them and not letting them attend to other customers. Why the owner fired them but didn't ban him is beyond me. But I would not tolerate that skank or his foul mouth, and when I had enough of his little "I want to take you home and spank you" comments and being completely disrespectful to my husband by saying those things, me and the boss tied into it pretty heavy. First time I've ever yelled at somebody, and apparently I was the scariest thing she ever saw because she had my husband tell me I was fired. (We both worked there, and admittedly,
I do have a nice glare even though I'm squinting at sunlight in that picture.) And I was denied unemployment because I wouldn't drop out of school to exclusively job hunt and they said not accepting sexual harassment is a perfect legal reason to be fired.
Sixth job was this May and only lasted a month. I was a receptionist and accountant for a local HVAC company. Word of advice: never work with a drug addict, especially if he's the boss's son. Whacko also pt a pistol in my desk the first day I worked there with orders to "shoot anybody I didn't recognize that came through the door". The sexism at this place was on par with the grocery store. One contractor got in a lot of trouble for chatting with me, under the claims he was horribly perverted and rude. I'm pretty well versed in perversion, and anything he said to me was nowhere near as bad as the boss's dopey son trying to give me sex tips of things to do to my husband! That creep also had a hair fetish, and he was constantly trying to pull my hair. When I was little, I had long hair, and every dick would pull it and every tw*t wanted me to cut it off and donate it, presumably because they were jealous they didn't have the patience to grow their hair that long. I was good and patient with that guy for a month, suppressing old hatred, trying to be a good little girl. Then I snapped. I told him I was sick and tired of it, and if he tried it again, I was going to defend myself. He got mad, and took a swing at me. I blocked it and hit him. He tried took another swing at me, I blocked again and hit him again. Then he stormed out of the store with tires squealing, and I was fired on the spot for being an "oversensitive *****". Since this was an "under the table" job, there were no legal records I worked there so I couldn't even attempt to file for unemployment. And I was told by the family lawyer I couldn't press charges for assault because the boss new I'd had these kinds of problems in the past, both with hair and men in general. The case would get thrown out because the judge would think I was "too sensitive", regardless of the fact he should have stopped grabbing at me the first time I asked.
Mostly, I worked in bookkeeping and account clerk positions. Sometimes I had to be a receptionist, which I always hated. Most of my positions were helped by my Aspie traits. My focus on the job and lack of "chattiness" often endeared me to my employers. I did have one job where there seemed to be an unspoken understanding among the employees about how to behave that I didn't understand. I felt I was being bullied in subtle ways, and I left quickly ... I sort of had a meltdown in the office over it ... it wasn't pretty. I spent a lot of time going to university part-time, so I would use school as an excuse for blocks of time I spent unemployed, and I only listed my best jobs on applications. 
