Descriptive Essay About My First Job

1. List and briefly describe the two most significant distinctions or awards you have earned at university/college/CEGEP, or upper years in high school.

My first job is at a trucking company located in Derry. Adding a job to my schedule now was not too stressful because it was only the first week of my junior year. Also by now in high school everything is predictable the first few days of instruction. We start the first few days of instruction going over the course material and expectations. Thus, letting me have more free time in the afternoon the first week. I started my first shift on a Monday, it was so hot outside. I can remember seeing the heat rise off of the truck hoods. I restored headlights and washed a couple of the box trucks there for the day. I was surprised how easy this was, and remember going home and telling my parents “This is the easiest job ever”. I was beginning to get a taste of what it is like to have a job.

The most memorable part of my life was my first time volunteering at an animal shelter. I did not really know a lot of people. It was kind of difficult that first whole week, but I got the hang of things. The people there helped me along the way and welcomed me like a family. Getting to know those people and actually seeing that they enjoy their jobs was a very important experience.

As teenager, many people say their adolescence is one of the most important phases in anyone’s life. As a teenager, you get to experience many great events like going to high school football games, dating your first boyfriend or girlfriend, getting your driver license, and graduating from high school. As I look back, I believe that getting my first job was the most important event in my adolescence. I was very enthusiastic about getting my first job. I enjoyed that fact that I will be able to earn my own money and not having to ask my mother for any earn. Surprising, there was only one obstacle that was holding me back and that was the fact that I was a

During the course of my life I have had many jobs. I have delivered nine hundred pound copiers to seven different states. I have moved people into amazing million dollar homes. I have even been a manager at a restaurant, but the best and most meaningful job was working at the Ecology Center at Camp Buck Toms, a Boy Scout camp.

Never in my life did I see my first summer job being a janitor. I had to wake up at 4 am every Friday. Then returned at 8 pm to a restless night. I would leave my house in cargo shorts and the company t-shirt. Then my hands would be equipped with rubbery yellow gloves, like the ones old people used to wash dishes. It was this job that showed me my greatest talent.

I covered every inch of myself, so now I could only see thru the misshapen opening of my hood. I slowly waded thru the slush of snow. I shoved my hand into the pockets of my coat, desperately trying to keep them warm. Ever since I was a kid, I feared hypothermia. I was so afraid of losing my fingers and toes to the point where I rather just lose the whole arm, instead of just one finger.

Sophomore year was when i got my first job. It was April when i was hired and had found out about the job because my mom knew the owner of a store that was about to open. I had turned sixteen earlier the year before in September so this was my first real job. After an online application and an interview the job was mine. My first day i was very nervous. I was not feel comfortable talking to strangers or initiating conversation so i was anxious about the possibility of being in that uncomfortable situation. Nonetheless i arrived to the store mentally preparing myself for the day. To my relief i found out the store was a week away from being ready to open and i was saved from any interaction with any customers; although the threat still loomed in the near future. I spent the day assembling shelving, hanging signs, cleaning, and attempting to get the floor into working order. It was a long eight hour day of work. After a week of this the store was ready and we were called into a meeting to discuss opening day tactics. Among other tips and suggestions for how our new store should be run there was one requirement that stood out from the rest: each customer is to be

My first job was at a restaurant by the name of Fazoli’s in Avon Indiana. It was the first quick-serve Italian restaurant. I believe I started working there when I was 17, my friend begged me to go work with him. I got haired in October, I got the job rather fast sure they were heavily under staffed. The owner of the restaurant was Mario. He put me as the chief I made subs salads pizzas and desserts. I worked almost every day but only for short hours. About 3 to 4. I was alright with the cause I would be able to get my school work done if needed with such short hours and able to still have a social life. The only other times when I got more hours shifts would be when People didn’t want to work there shift so I would pick it up for them. I

I felt the cold grip of responsibility closing in on me. My summers of freedom and relaxation were quickly coming to an end because this year I would have to get a job. I had watched my brother angrily quit three jobs in two years, and to this day he still curses the names of his former managers. I heard story after story about how he despised working. And more than anything, I was afraid I would too.

Most people do not get a job their freshman year because they are not yet fifteen, do not want one, or are worried about grades. However, when the opportunity presented itself, I was ready to get my first job working as a salad girl at a family restaurant in Washington.

There is nothing like working hard and being rewarded for it, my father would say to me every day before I left for work to my first job. I was a Ticketing Cashier at a popular tourist attraction where hundreds of thousands would attend every year. This was my first opportunity to earn my own pay check, so I valued every dollar and cent. The highlight of my position was having the opportunity to meet new people from all over the world, and earn incentives for the upselling of tickets and exceeding customer standards.

My first job was on a dairy farm. Started out milking cows after school for about 2 months then summer came and i switched to mixing there feed and scraping the lots. I did that for about a year. I really liked that job it opened my eyes for expanding the family farm and all the different ways i could do it. I made connections

Through this job, I was immersed into agriculture and grew significantly in the process. The work was harder than anything I had

The scent of fresh waffles, sound of radio pop music, light from the open sign. Just another long day at work. Everything is just like the usual. Restock utensils, greet customers, take orders, collect payments, and clean up. At seventeen, wanting to save up for my post-secondary tuition, I decided to work a part time job alongside school. I thought that not only does it give me money, it can also give me valuable work experience. Working at a part time job sounds like a perfect opportunity for me. However, after this experience, my perspective of working in the service industry completely changed.