Starting college, getting your fist job and receiving your first pay check is the start the independence and adulthood. Those first feelings are pivotal. How to forget the day you received your first pay check. The magical feeling of independence, leadership and adulthood are unforgettable. My first pay check is probably the only exact amount of money I will forever remember. The anxiety of not knowing the exact amount you earned, yet knowing what you will be spending it on amazing. Receiving my first pay check is such a pivotal moment for me because for the first time I felt independent, proud and satisfied. My first job was at a grocery store I was excited of meeting new people, making friends, gaining experience, but most importantly was excited to earn my own money. My pay rate was nine ten and pay day was every Friday. The first day I worked was on a Sunday afternoon in which I worked a heavy eight hour shift from eight in the early morning to four in the calm afternoon. It was a very productive day I did many go-backs, the hourly …show more content…
An easy four hour day of work was coming. As I walked into the store I felt the excitement of the employees. I calmly start the day excited and anxious. I start talking to people and co-workers. As the hours past, my excitement slowly grew. After my two easy hours I took my ten minute break, I walk to break room and sit calculating my hours and money. Ten o’clock it was, I walk firmly up to the front desk and ask the manager if I can leave and get my paycheck. She calmly responded yes and hands me my check. As I am walking to a register to cash it I would feel the excitement running through me. I handed it to the cashier she does her work and tell me “here you go” with a big smile on her face. At that moment I felt like I had earned my own money feeling proud, satisfied, and independent. Right then and there I felt like I owned the whole world. I came home happy finally feeling
Started out - I don’t remember what I started out but I was making $2.10 there at that time, and that was good wages for back then cause I didn’t start making that again until after I left up there and come back here.
I used to work at my local McDonalds for three years during high school. At first, I thought I was there just to make an extra quick buck to fund my weekend adventures, but later would turn into a key cog at the store as the crew trainer and starting to be prepped for a managerial spot. It was exciting, learning how to place orders for the store, make the work schedule and cycle counts among other things. Soon however, I started to realize how replaceable my coworkers a...
I was so excited that I was finally going to have a job. I was a little nervous about the job interview, but that was a piece of cake. The interview lasted only about five minutes. An easy question here and an easy one there, and before I knew it I was the new game technician at Peter Piper Pizza. I was so happy once the interview was over; I was telling everyone that I had just got a job. Right after the interview me any my mom went and got me my food handlers card. ...
I have worked in a shop, dealing with the day-to-day running of the business, attending to customers' needs and handling money, which has been a good introduction to the world of work and its demands - punctuality, reliability and honesty.
I guess today is another thrilling day, and this morning I wake up at 4 o’clock in the morning to get ready to work by 5 am. My brother Thorn and I walked there and we were a bit late today. And I didn’t even have any breakfast. Once we got there, we started to work immediately. Then someone stared at me. It was the man in the uniform. He yelled at me just because I whispered to the other person sitting next to me then I saw some kids playing in the street and I felt very disappointed and jealous. Why I can’t go out side and play in the street like these kids but I guess that’s part of life. We usually get two breaks during the day, Lunch and dinner. But today I didn’t get any break. And I have to work straight though it. I’m starving and my hands are very sore. I usually have to work 14 hours a day but since Thomas Edison invented the light bulb I only have to work for 10 hours. And finally my work is done and it’s 5pm. My wage is 20 cents a day but most of the boys who are younger than me get 25cent per day or even 30cents per day. I don’t know why but my parents say that I have to work or we have to live on the streets
I consider that a great accomplishment even though the majority of people my age have jobs and consider it easy to obtain one. My parents were never too keen on me getting a job, but I did it anyway because I felt it was time for me to take on that responsibility. It was a part-time position at a frozen yogurt shop. I recall feeling as if my heart was going to burst out of my chest during the interview, but I tried to keep my composure. It did not go terribly as I assumed it would. I came out feeling ten times more confident than I felt going into the job. Shortly after, I was told I began in a
Have you ever been employed in a factory? If so, at what age did you start?
One day I was talking to my friend on Skype and we were discussing the new Call of Duty game that was coming out. I was excited to get it as a Christmas present, he had pre ordered it. I asked “Where did you get the money for the game” he told me that he makes 120 dollars a weekend reffing little league soccer. I couldn't believe it, 120 dollars for six hours of my time every weekend. I immediately asked my mom to sign me up for the reffing certification class; she thought it was good that I was getting a job that paid that well for such a little amount of time.
It started like any day, I went to school and my mom went off to finish her college degree so she could get a real paying job for once unlike all her other jobs. She has worked at places like Mickey D’s and Tim Hortons and other trashy places. My dad always goes out to different interviews, but doesn’t get any jobs or else I probably wouldn’t be telling you this story right now. School was stinky (Obviously). I would get
It was my job for two summers, and was a great, exciting first job. One of the aspects that was very neat about it was the fact that I started it once school got out for the summer, and then once school started back up at the end of the summer I stopped working so I could put all my focus into school. I was primary weed eater for my first summer, simply because I was the newest guy on the job and also the youngest. I didn’t enjoy this near as much as I did mowing, but it taught me a lot about what hard work. We mowed a really big trailer park every other week, and I was in charge of weedeating the whole thing. I had to weedeat around all the pipes and poles sticking out of the ground, and although there was a bunch of those I didn’t really mind that part of the job much. However, the part of this that I absolutely hated was that I had to weedeat two or three decent size hills that were too steep to get a mower on. The worst part of this was that it was a job that couldn’t be done in the morning because the steep hills would be too slippery from the dew, so usually I would have to wait until the extreme heat of midday. This was one of the hardest things I had ever done before, and I truly hated it. However, because it was one of the hardest things I have ever done, it taught me what hard work really was. It taught me how to work hard, and showed me the rewards of my hard work through my paycheck
It was a Saturday afternoon, when my friend Jalissa came over and wanted me to go to the mall with her. Jails had just gotten hired at the mall and hadn’t been on a shift since. On the car ride to the mall, she mentioned that she had gotten the job at Aeropostale and that the manager was still looking for employees. Being desperate for a job and money, I took it all in and as soon as we got to our destination, I was ready to put on my professional mask. Walking into the store, which I hadn’t shopped there in years because it was always so expensive. I noticed a tall, lean, and handsome guy in the back folding shirts,that guy was Cornell Brown, the store manager . I had spoken with him and mentioned that I wanted an opportunity to work for the company and he nonchalantly handed me an application and I quickly ran to a nearby store for a pen to fill it out. After about five minutes, I was back with the piece of paper that could be my golden ticket for a job. Cornell began to ask me questions, the question t...
The most significant job that I have held in the past was being a waitress in an Chinese restaurant. In the middle of June, I saw they were looking for bus waitress, since I was looking for a job so I asked Ms Ling - the gaffer of the waiters and waitress - to hold the position for me until after my graduation. And a week later as expected I became a?waitress?in the A Hong Hong kong & Vietnamese restaurant.
Working hours from sun up till sundown without a break. The minutes felt like hours and the hours were never-ending. The days were draining, and felt like a world without an end. Hours passed and I would receive a habitual call by her stating she would be home later than expected. Without any choice, I was forced to stay and cancel any personal plans I had for the rest of the day. There was never a set time she would be home therefore it was a continuous waiting game. It varied from day to day, and the days got later and later. Working this job caused my personal life to drift away. I never had time for myself, family, or my friends. According to author Eric Schlosser also in his essay “ Behind the Counter” He emphasizes that, “ Managers try to make sure that each worker is employed less than 40 hours a week...avoiding any overtime payments “ (57). What this means is that they are overworking individuals up until the point where they will not be able to receive any type of benefits. Extended hours without any benefits left me with little or no personal time. Meanwhile daily feelings of being overworked caused me to believe I was being taken advantage
I was only seventeen when I started working. I lived in a very small city that I downtown area full of different stores. During the summer times, most of the stores downtown would post job listings looking for young individuals who wanted to work during the summer season. I decided that I wanted to gain some work experience and decided to apply in one of the stores. The store I worked in was called Kid City; it was a clothing store for children. I enjoyed the job I had in the beginning; all I did was open up boxes and placed the clothes in the racks so the store associates could hang them up on the store racks. I enjoyed the job because I did not have to deal with the customers that came into the store. However, I was then moved to the front of the store to
While I was in high school my friend and I decided to get a job for the summer. We applied at a local fast food restaurant and we were both hired. We started our training right away along with several other people this being a new restaurant. The manager was very nice and liked to have fun, which made this job actually enjoyable. Things were going good when we heard that the area manager was going to come to see how the new store was performing. The crew was introduced to John, Area Manager, who began coming on a daily basis. This is when the chaos began.