Essay On Veteran's Day

My interviewee is Frank Ruelas, he is currently 62, and he works at the US Postal. He’s a family friend and basically my step-dad. He has many siblings so growing up his house was always full. He was born in 1954 about 7 years after it began. He grew up and lived in Fort Worth, TX, during it.

For as long as I could remember, I was constantly hammered down with the fact that I would get a job when I turned 16. This stemmed from the fact that my parents both came from humble beginnings; however, when they started working, their jobs provided them with the financial freedom and independence they never thought was possible. I began working at my local Walgreens two weeks after my sixteenth birthday. Late nights were spent ringing up customers and hanging up the tags for the new sales week. The ache in my feet and the paper cuts on my hands were reminders of the world I entered; the world of goods and services.

Brent is a twenty-five-year company veteran who started his career as a sales associate in a Lowe’s store while he completed his degree. He has since risen through the company ranks to the position of Senior Vice President. During his long career at Lowe’s, Brent has held numerous leadership positions, the majority of them in the store operations area of the company. Although I had worked with Brent before and even traveled with him and others on business, we never forged a personal relationship. Still, having familiarity with each other made for a more relaxing and meaningful discussion.

I’ve never had a job-but I work hard everyday and always put one thousand percent into everything that I do. At the age of 16 I have overcome many obstacles that even some adults would have a hard time

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 summer after my sophomore year in high school I was given the opportunity to work at a YMCA overnight camp as an assistant counselor. Normally the minimum hiring age was 16, but in my case they made an exception for me since I would turn 16 during that summer. I was elated to receive such an honor and took my job very seriously. I followed all rules and acted in a responsible manner. At the beginning of the summer session, all staff members had to go through a rigorous week-long staff training.

Next, I was a shift manager or person in charge (PIC) at a local rollerskating rink. By the time I was 16 I was working as a PIC and then by 17 I was the sales manager. In both rolls I had to make sure things were going smoothly, people were where they were supposed to be, and resolve any problems.

position at Publix supermarket I patiently awaited a phone call. Nearly eleven months went by

In 2005, my father bought a Shell Gas Station in Lake Geneva. From the first day, my dad taught me how to count money and work the cash register. I had to stand on a step stool to see over the counter. For the first couple years, I had to work with someone at all times because of the cigarette and alcohol sales and a lot of the customers would tell me there were child labor laws against it but I would just shake my head and say no. I loved being there and working because I was spending time with my dad and the family we built within the business. During the summers, I would get up with my dad at four in the morning to go and open the store. Throughout the years I learned to do more and more and by the age of 10, I knew how to count money, cut

When I was 15 years old I never thought that my first job would have such an impact on my life. Going into it, I had the mindset that I had to just show up and put in my time so I can get paid and earn some money. As it turned out my first high school job was so much more than that.

When I was 19, I auditioned for the role as Customer Service Specialist at an Office Depot midway between my community college and my parents’ house in Chicago. Admittedly, I was nervous when I walked in to ask for an application. On the automatic doors, a sign read, “NOW HIRING SMILING FACES,” with a picture underneath of an attractive blonde woman in

Throughout my high school career, I gradually took on more and more responsibilities in order to take full advantage of the time I had left in my parents’ house (where the bills pay themselves and there is no tuition to pay). The summer of sophomore year, I applied for a job at a local movie theater as a friendly popcorn salesman. From chatting with customers to enjoying my thirty minute break every work day, my minimum wage movie theater job

The Fourth of July in Sterling, Kansas is a time celebration, reunion, and blowing things up. Since the town will be booming with people, TNT Dairyland has to be on top of it’s game. I have been a star employee for three years. Many employees have come and gone, but I know that I am Bim Trewer’s favorite! He has recently hired a few new people, Macy, my classmate, being one of them. I am hesitant to work with her, because she is a lazy student and never on time. She goes running around with her stupid pink nails thinking everyone loves her. It will be my goal this summer to out-shine all the other employees and finally get the recognition I deserve.

I began working at the age of eight years old at the restaurant. For me it was exciting, I wasn’t doing anything that I did not do at home, but I was making money. For an eight year old it was like allowance but it was much more than any of my friends. My dad admired the fact that I always worked extra hard, but little did he know that I saw what happened to my older sibling who were trying to live a normal teenage life, and being shunned for not wanting to give their all to his dream. I was eight years old, I really did not have a choice. By the time I was ten years old, the restaurant had been going pretty well, so dad decided to open a candy store next door to the restaurant for guess who to manage, yes me. I was his pride and joy and he knew that with my hard work that I would be a success. Of course at ten years old, I was completely excited for the opportunity. Little did I know that the people that I would be managing would be my older siblings who were not to excited about having to answer to a ten year old.

About three years back, I had just turned sixteen and had finished 10th grade so I was enjoying my summer vacation just like other kids enjoying their summer vacation after a long school year. One day, my mother said I should get a job. She said it would teach me how to