First Job

My granddaughter just got her first job. She’s going to work for one of those status stores that sell over-priced t-shirts to teens with more fashion sense than common sense. Having worked for Macys for five years, I can tell her that if she pays attention her retail experience will teach her a lot about people, money, and priorities.

My first real job was far from glamorous. I worked as a waitress at a small café in downtown Durant. I wasn’t very good at it, and I made a lot of mistakes. I couldn’t figure out why we had to wipe cabinets and counters and generally “look busy” when there weren’t any customers. I also couldn’t figure out why the owner brought her dog to work each day or why the cook made her- the dog- a hamburger patty for lunch. I guess there were a lot of things I couldn’t figure out because I only lasted a couple of months!

My next job was based on my “experience” at my first job- I went to work as a waitress at the local bowling alley. For those of you who don’t remember- it was across the street from SOSU, where the art building is now. The highway patrol building was next door and the guys stopped by often. I was still a lousy waitress and I seldom got an order correct. I dropped things. I got sick. I was generally miserable.

My third job was a little more suited to my abilities. I worked as a proofreader for an advertising agency. I advanced to paste-up artist and lasted three years before the company went bankrupt.

I went through years of jobs. Some were better than others. As I got older I learned more about what I could and could not tolerate. I learned more about what I really wanted to do, and as you know, finally did it. I know my granddaughter is smarter than I was. Her first job is merely a step along the path. She has plans and dreams and ambitions. She will find her place in the world much more quickly I did. I only hope that her first job is much more enjoyable than mine. She’s off to a better start- at least clothes don’t break when you drop them! Lol

Comments

[Megan]

You took me on a trip down memory lane with this post. Oh the early jobs! I never would have thought I'd end up with the career I had until I had it, but I treasure my first few jobs, even the glass ceiling, pigeon holed because I'm young and female jobs. Made me all the more proud of myself when I found my professional self and shattered that ceiling.

Just for future reference, what is the terminology for wanting to post something on my blog because you posted it? Some sort of idea theft/viral type thing? You give me so many ideas!!!!