My last post really got me thinking about my employment history. Having gone from fast-paced, corporate America to a job where I use glue sticks, goes to show how varied my work background really is.
When I was 15 years old, I got my first job. Sure, there had been a paper route and babysitting, but this was a REAL job. Like with a paycheck.
It was a very glamorous work environment. So glamorous that I had to wear a hairnet. To make matters worse, I would often have to ride my bike to get there…looking a lot like this.
I worked at a local restaurant well-known for its cafeteria style food service. It was also notorious for having patrons who are very old.
The doors opened at 4:00 PM and there would already be people in line for dinner. I was a salad girl, so their first stop after picking up their tray and flatware was at my station.
For the next three hours, I had to practically yell at every person who slid their tray past me.
“Would you like Jello today? Or, maybe a carrot and raisin salad?”
“WOULD YOU LIKE A SALAD?”
Patron turns to equally age-challenged acquaintance, “What’d she say?”
“She said she wants to know if you’ll sing a ballad.”
Patron exclaims, “OH! Pardon me boy, is that the Chatanooga Choo Choo…”
After battling with elderly people over things like whether their ambrosia had enough marshmallows, I would have to get down on my hands and knees and scrub out the refrigerators. After that, I got to wash dishes and clean mayonnaise off the decorative lettuce. I know, I know…you can clearly see the allure which drove me to such a coveted job.
Needless to say, after that summer I swore off food service for good.
Through college, I had odd jobs and slowly worked my way into the mortgage industry. Given the state of the real estate market, maybe I should’ve stuck with salads.