As far back as I could remember, I was always in a rush to grow up and be responsible. I was about thirteen when I realized I wanted a job, so I could have my own money. I’d even fill out applications online, lying about my age but it never worked. A few birthdays went by and I was celebrating my sixteenth birthday and a few weeks later; I received my first retail job. My very first job was at a popular teen store called Aeropostale. I learned and experienced a lot working there and made friends as well. Although, I got what I desired, I often had uncertainties once I really got the feel for the part-time position. In life, people leave and things change and by the end of my employment, I would soon look back and realize it.
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...
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...esses with my source of income! My mom and Kirby resolved the situation and she was being as nice as possible, I no longer felt welcomed and soon found another job.
I worked at Aerpostale for over two years and had never gotten a promotion, I guess with so much chaos going on no-one grew. So, in a sense it made my life a bit miserable but I wouldn’t change anything that happened because everything happens for a reason. My first job really taught me a huge lesson and it opened my eyes to the realization that everyone comes and goes and that’s just how the business is. Everyone is replaceable and company’s don’t really care about the well-being of their staff. I can say that after all of the nonsense and two years of experience, I have a new job that I am proud of. Money isn’t everything, especially if you 're not happy with the job you have making it.
I grew up knowing the value of a hard earned dollar. This past summer, I got to experience this personally. I received my first job, at Sky Zone Indoor Trampoline Park. The process went smoothly; I handed in my application, and an assistant manager said there was a group interview the next day. During the interview with 14 others, I acted professional and myself. At Sky Zone, big personalities are required, and I thought I was a good fit. Days later, the general manager of the Syracuse location called and offered me a job. I was excited and ready to start another chapter of my life.
However, I ended up getting hired at the Walmart distribution center, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Although we still have to live paycheck to paycheck, we can now manage to pay the bills and put food on the table without as much stress as before.
I stepped onto the strange campus that I would call home for the next six weeks. My duffel bag stuffed with clothes, was cutting off the circulation from my arm. I froze, staring at the four story building where I would live. Every worry I had, seeped through my mind in that instant. Being too shy to even order a pizza, I had never really made friends easily. Suddenly, the Upward Bound program at Bowdoin College did not feel like the ideal use of my time that summer. Strangely, at that moment, a smiling face of a friend, my friend, stepped forward and greeted me. She was the only person I knew at the time, so I clung to her. I remember standing around a tree with her and a few of the friends that she already had. I observed their mannerisms
My first job was with a loan officer where I worked as support staffer which pretty much meant everything from translating and interpreting to taking out the trash. From there I worked for a bit at Target, in their little café/Starbucks, which was my lesson in life where I did not want to be. During this time I interviewed for an internship with then Senator Ensign, and was brought on the team as an intern. I graduated high school and knew I had to get out of fast food, and went to apply for retail. I landed a job in a luxury retail store, thanks to my multiple language skills and did great. I had the time of my life working with very important and high profile clients and being close to what I loved Fashion, but I knew this was not going to be my career. I quit for an opportunity I was offered with Nevada Youth Coalition helping out with voter registration, but had to go back to Mexico for a bit. Upon returning I attended the NCLR conference in which I ran into a person from my past Law School mentorship program HUELLAS, who happened to tell me they were looking for a file clerk. I applied and interviewed, and was hired that fall with DeCastroverde Law Firm. I worked there for about a year and a half and moved up to legal assistant, when the opportunity for this job came. I interviewed in the fall, but was not given the job. I decided to head back home, and the day I returned back to Las Vegas to start my spring semester I got a call for a second interview and the rest is history.
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
It began in the County Mall food court. Resting at one of the tables after my lunch, I casually glanced around the place. The food court wasn't crowded, and consequently I had no trouble spotting him: a tall, dark, gray-haired man. He caught my gaze, and started walking towards me. As I took in his gaunt frame, his tattered red t-shirt, and the holes in his great sweats, it dawned on me that before me stood a homeless man. Reaching my table, he asked if he could sit down with me but I declined. I wasn't in the mood to talk to him, and so mumbling a poor excuse and an apology that was probably a few octaves below any decipherable level, and not particularly caring whether the man heard me or not, I got up and walked away. The man called out after me, assuring me that he didn't want money, but rather only someone to talk to. I was rattled by his persistence, and pretending I didn't hear him I quickly walked away, my heart pounding in my chest.
I woke up one Sunday morning tired from the night before. My neighbor Sergio called me up to ask me if I would go with him to the car wash in Whittier. I got ready and left my house at about 12 o'clock. As I walked to his house, I noticed that the sun was bright and the sky was clear. "The day is too good to be true," I thought to myself and believed nothing could possibly go wrong. We got to the car wash and washed his car. The day was going fine. Then Sergio asked me if I wanted to go to East L.A. with him. I agreed and went with him. We arrived at his cousin's house and his cousin's friends were all drinking on the sidewalk. I felt strange to be there. I didn't know anyone except Sergio and his cousin. To top it all off, I was in a strange neighborhood with some gangsters that I didn't know.
Days went by and the more comfortable it was to wake up to honking cars, business woman’s heels clicking on the pavement and flashing lights. Everyday, the sun’s light reflects off of my apartment's broad windows. I wake each day to put on a tight dress which make curvaceous, voluptuous body stand out. I would walk or find a taxi to take me to work, which was at Bellissimo Magazine. I was a journalist who would take celebrity stories and write long articles but I wasn’t very experienced since I had never dreamed of getting this job. It was rare for anyone inexperienced to get hired. This was the fashion and entertainment industry and I would work hard to impress my sophisticated boss, Joan. She was a hardworking woman but she’s also become like a best friend to me, which was kind of weird to think about but it was true. People here have made me feel welcomed for more than a month now and I think it was time to move on with my life and begin new friendships and find my one true
Throughout my life the lessons I learned from watching my parents have stuck with me. I worked throughout my entire college career, and my junior and senior year I worked full time, not because I needed to but because that is what I wanted to do. I have a very hard time staying idle. I rarely sit still for longer than a couple hours. Today I work full time, go to graduate school part-time and volunteer a 20-30 hours a week for a dog rescue.
I stood at the end of the driveway with a bag of clothes and my little sisters by my side. My dad pulled up, we got in the truck, and we drove about 10 minutes until we got to his shop. This would seem like a normal day, but things were different this time. We weren 't at the shop to ride the four wheelers around or to play basketball in the garage or to mess with the pinball machines. There was a gloomy feel about everything around us. Even though I didn’t say anything, I knew things were changing.
This job was physically and mentally demanding of my energy. I worked anywhere from ten to thirteen hour days; my stress level sky rocketed, and my school work started to suffer, eventually I dropped out of school because I was miserable at this job; the stress was so high; I had major mood swings, and I did not know what to do.
That summer after school I just wanted to find a job and start making some money. Going to college for anther four year was something I thought I could not handle. I final got a job at UPS unloading trucks. At first I thought how hard could it be? But every day I would come home exhausted from working in the heat. And then when I got tiny pay check, it hit me. From then on I decided that manual labor was something that I could not do the rest of my life and I could definitely not support a family on that income. A job behind a desk in the air conditioning was what I wanted.
Symptom #13 Many Chronic Adolescents fear gainful employment because it symbolizes and encourages self-support, self-determination, and autonomy. In other words, “you have a job now and it’s time to move out on your own”. Having to become completely self-sufficient and independent is perhaps one of the greatest fears of a chronic adolescent. He is not a man, he would much rather “hang out with the fellows” and to “have fun” than to have to report to somebody’s job site every day, pay bills, and handle all of the responsibilities that comes with
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
When I got home I quickly got ready, I ironed my cap and gown, did my make-up and hair, and made my last phone call to Andrew. I called him right before I left and asked him if he was sure he did not want a ride. Again he responded politely and on my way I went. When I got to the high school everyone was taking pictures, laughing, and talking about how they were g...