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Lincoln Greens Golf Degree: A Short Story

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*Ring, ring, ring.* I was nervously sweating and pacing around the room. It seemed like it took forever for him to pick up. Then all of a sudden a clear, short, deep, authoritative voice said, “Hello.” It startled me a bit, then I replied, “Hey Jim this is Andria. I was calling you because you told me to call you in March and I was wondering if I could work at Lincoln Greens Golf Course this year?” Jim replied, “Sure.” Unanticipatedly I heard, “Click.” Just like that I got my first job and from that moment on my life had changed for the better. I was sixteen when I started my first job. I did not know what to expect, and I only knew one type of group of people; my classmates and friends. I was young and was still trying to discover myself. My boss is this guy who uses catchphrases like the ones you hear when you pull the string of an action figure. Some of the things he says are phrases like “trust no one” or “do not marry young.” I consider him like a second father figure …show more content…

Like I stated before I was only sixteen when I got my first job and the only responsibilities I had before then were the chores around my house, which included mowing the lawn, washing the dishes, making my bed, and folding the laundry. Having any type of job requires more responsibility. This job required me to handle day to day office management which included, taking out the trash, restocking food and beverages, and vacuuming and sweeping. This taught me basic professional skills and how to take care of something other than myself. I also quickly learned that I needed to be responsible enough to multi-task my time between school, work, and a sport. I also had to be responsible enough to show up on time and to report to work every day that I said I would. Overall, I learned on the job techniques that I applied to the real world. For example, I also use this work experience, multi-tasking, and being on time with my second job, college and personal

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