My First Job In My Life

Everyone needs to work in order to survive in this competitive world. We go out looking for whatever job that can fulfill our earthy needs. Especially when you are an expensive person, and you are only in search for the most popular brands out in the market. The job I had was interesting, tiring, and awful.
It was my first year in college, and it was my first job in my life. I was lured into the job by the salary it offered. At the time I thought to myself, “it’s not much but it’s a start.” I was hired for my bilingual speaking ability. I started working at the Indiana Tamales Restaurant located in East Los Angeles, surrounded by a Hispanic community. I was only offered to work two days a week, which meant only Saturday and Sunday. The most

I learned how to cook what I didn’t know before. Burning my hands as I learned to make tamales, gorditas and popusas. I was taught so that I could be able to work by myself. None of my co-workers liked to work cashier. They hated attending customers, and sometimes they would respond to them rudely. I was the completely opposite, when it came to attending someone I was taught to always attend with manners. Even if I was in my worst mood just by smiling could satisfy the customer. This job required a lot of walking and standing. On the busiest days it meant almost running. You had to had like the craziest math skills because they only have on cashier machine. Working alone meant working the fastest I could move. Sometimes I had to take my breaks late because no one would help me out. Every day I had to clean my station before I could leave. I had to sweep the dusty mats and mop the filthy floors. Wipe the counters with disinfectant and replace all the beverages. At the end of every day I could just feel the pain in my calf’s and swollen

The co-workers I had, they tried to make me feel uncomfortable for the first few weeks. They would leave me alone for most of the time so that my boss could see I was incapable of doing it. They thought the job was too hard for me seeing that I was young. They wanted me to quit so they would get to put in more hours. I didn’t give up I kept going because I knew I could do it. My boss could see through the cameras how unfair my co-workers were treating me. He didn’t change nothing. Another dislike for this place was the area. It’s not a typical dine in restaurant everything is to go. Sometimes the place gets so heavily packed, and the line is so long it makes you desperate. Even if you are doing your job right the customers make you feel like you are not. Everyone can see you hustling back and forth getting their order ready, but they still manage to make a complaint that they been waiting for too long. I hate being insulted, especially when you are forced to ignore it. Customers can be so rude and disrespectful, yet they expect you to attend with respect. Sometimes drunks would walk and expect me to sell them beer. Let me remind you I was 17 years