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My First Instinct For A Car

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As soon as I turned sixteen years old, it was time to take responsibility. I had a beater Honda Civic that sat in my driveway; it was torturing me because I was not able to call it mine yet. The car certainly was not going to pay for itself because it was no longer my parents’ responsibility. Once the car was purchased, we agreed that every expense was to be paid by me. How on earth would I afford to drive around in a car without any money? My first instinct was to start filling out job applications locally. I was all excited as I hustled to the car to start collecting applications, but I had no gas. I borrowed ten dollars from my mom just to get a little bit of gas in my tank. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t budge anymore than that, and she …show more content…

I got home and decided calling that day did not give enough time for someone to go over my application. I decided to call the stores two days later, and the manager seemed delighted that I was really eager to get a job. My cell phone rang a few days later with an unfamiliar number. I decided not to answer, because I thought it was just a telemarketer, and if it were that important they would leave me a message. A voicemail was left looking for Ms. Rachel Olsen. I was so shocked I forgot that it was me they were looking for to schedule an interview for Hannaford on Milton Road. I called Teri, the manager, back within three minutes. I got chills down my spine as I thought about going to a job interview. She asked what day worked best for me as I stood there in silence, still shocked I even got a response. Who would want to hire me without any previous skills? I responded back happily to say whatever worked best I would take. She set up a time for the interview for the following week. During that week of waiting, I received many tips from other parents on how to ace a job interview. I learned what to wear, how to act confident, how to give a good handshake, and words not to say. To practice these skills, my mom made up pretend scenarios on the spot to quiz me on what I would reply back. At the interview, I got nervous again, my palms were clammy, and Terri’s office seemed like a thousand

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