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