Personal Narrative: My First Job

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I got my first job working at Panera Bread on South Beach as a cashier at the age of seventeen. It wasn’t until I transferred to the North Miami Café where I began to feel what it was like to work and have a job. I will never forget the words of my co-worker, Dan, when my manager mentioned that I was transferring to another café. “Oh, yea you’re going to have a rude awakening over there.” At first, I brushed off his comment, but as I began to go in depth about what he said, I began to realize what he said was true! We all knew that that particular café was always busy. Unlike our café, with construction being done at the time and our location, our café’s pace was calm compared to the North Miami café. We had nothing on them! As a result, it was true. My first day at my new café was staggering. I had to take a huge order, the line was to the door, and it was only 10:30 A.M. which left me with seven more hours until I was able to clock out. Nonetheless, the year and two months I was working for Panera, I attained so much knowledge about current events, personalities, and most importantly myself. My first job molded my personality. Even though I’ve always had manners, I found myself greeting by passers I walk past and even greeting my professors with “Hello, how are you” more frequently because of the repetitious …show more content…

Even if the pay is ample, I will not be able to put my best foot forward at those types of jobs. The more money, the more problems that will arise and as a full-time college student, I undeniably want to avoid as many complications and stress possible. As a result, my first job saved me time, revealed my flaws and strengths, and showed me not to settle but to proceed in seeking grander opportunities that will encounter with my needs and will be harmonious with my demeanor and for

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