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My First Job
Professor Sre
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8 September 2014

My First Job

I got my first job at sixteen because my parents required it. However, I had no intention of getting a job and wanted to continue being a teenager where I had little responsibility. As I looked around my hometown for a job, I found that there were not a lot available. I finally was able to find a job close to my house at a local Dairy Queen working for minimum wage. Now that I had a job I had to make decisions in time I spent between friends, athletics, and now work. Having a job gave me another outlook on life. It taught me about the importance of money and the consequences of my financial decisions. It also helped me to understand the control I needed on the flow of my finances and along the way taught me many life lessons. The first day of my job was November 11th, 2012 and I was dreading it. I had heard stories of how terrible working in fast food is and I had no idea what to think. As I arrived on I had mixed feelings of fear and excitement. Dressed in khaki shorts and a Dairy Queen polo I walked in to my first job. I was greeted with smiles and friendly remarks such as good morning. The manager explained where I would be working and told me to wash my hands. As I walked to the grill area, where I would be working at, I saw a very clean and well-kept station. My co-workers were all nice and very helpful. As the shift came to a close I realized that maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as everyone had said. I quickly learned basics of the grill and picked up a few tricks along the way. I learned the precise time to pull the fries out, how to properly cook a chicken sandwich, and to constantly be stocked. Being stocked was a key factor in success because I never knew when a team bus would pull up and I would get very busy. I remember coming to the end of a busy shift and thinking that didn’t seem like six hours. The slow shifts were terrible because I wouldn’t have anything to do and the

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