(If you don’t know what 31 days is about, check out Day 1 here)
List jobs you had as a child, teen, young person….
Okay, so I’m going to start with the earliest paying job I can remember and work my way up to five. Here goes:
1. Mowing grass. The first job I can remember ever doing and getting paid for was mowing my grandmother’s grass. It was a pretty big yard because there was a lot next to it and of course I had to use a push mower. But at least the yard was flat.
2. Babysitting. Actually, I’m not even sure if this was the second job because the only person I can remember every babysitting for was my youth leader’s two kids and I know I drove there. And I didn’t have a car until I had a job. So this is might should actually be #3.
3. Roses. Does anyone remember Roses stores?? It was like a Kmart. I think they’ve all closed down now. I started off doing some stock, mainly hanging up ladies clothes, then stocking shelves housewares and then moved to cashier. I loved cashier. I only worked there for two months and then I got my next job. But I was there for Black Friday and that year Cabbage Patch dolls were all the rage. As a sixteen year old employee trying to hold back a crowd of anxious shoppers, I almost lost my life. And all for an ugly doll.
4. H & R Block. Pretty luck gig for a sixteen year old, huh? I was actually the receptionist. Part-time. It helped that my mom was one of the tax preparers. I loved it. I actually use to help my mom fill out taxes sometimes. I thought it was fun. I still enjoy it…unless I have to pay. That’s never fun. I can’t remember too much details about the job except I learned how to make coffee, I was introduced to country music (Elvira and Just a Swingin‘ played non-stop!!), and I had to work one night when it snowed and all my friends got together to go sledding. All but me. And I had to work.
5. Then I got a job with a vending company. I started off doing data entry then moved up over the next few years to assistant office manager. I loved that job. I loved my co-workers. But I had gotten married. And pregnant. And wanted to stay home with my baby. (That only happened for four months and then I had to go back to work. By that time, I had been replaced.) They had even offered to let me bring the baby to work and was going to set up a little crib for her. But there was a big guard dog we kept in the office and it shed like crazy. And the other ladies in the office smoked. A lot. This was before the awareness of the dangers of second hand smoke. And I really didn’t want my baby smelling like smoke.
I was probably about 10 or 11 when I started mowing my grandmother’s yard. How about you? When did you enter the workforce?