My Life At The Restaurant

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

My first jobs I ever had included working mutually for both my parents. They were always very tough on me and expected the very best outcome from me. I assumed this was just because I was their daughter. But a year later, when I received a job as a waitress at a local restaurant/ ice cream shop, I realized that my parents had treated me like any other employee. I was never expecting a boss, that was not my mother nor father, to yell at me or be strict and disciplined. There were several times when my boss at the restaurant had shouted at me for serving too much ice cream on a cone. I will always remember the feeling of disappointment I received when my boss was unhappy with my service. I soon learned that all the complaining my parents did about their employees were actual issues, and that I did not want to be like the employees they criticized. This was my first realization at how important a strong work ethic is.

I was ten years old at the time and my family and I were struggling financially day to day. The best option for us was for me to start working to help ends meet, so

My mom came from a poor family. Her family didn’t have a lot of money. She was the oldest of five kids. Her mom had to work a lot to provide for all of them. Her mom kicked her out when she was 13. She’s been on her own ever since. She didn’t have any money or a job. She had to stay with a friend. So, she finally found a job when she was 15 and she has been working ever since.

to help out in the family. So I started working at soon as was I was of age to work. Working and going to school at the same time has

I realized from a very young age that hard work would always produce an exuberant reward. While growing up my parents gave me copious opportunities to earn money by doing chores and projects. Every time I earned money for taking out the trash or feeding my dog, my mother would lecture me to save it. I would never listen, and instead I would squander it on the first soda or chocolate bar that crossed my path. One of the most memorable moments in my lifetime was when I got my first job working at Subway®. It wasn’t the best job, but it made me feel self-sufficient. The weekend after I received my first paycheck, with the assistance of my mother, I went and opened a savings and checking account at our local bank. My mother expressed to me that it is important

Ever since I was fourteen my dad put me to work. My first job was working at the local Burger King near my house that my family ran. Now working at Burger King wasn’t a joke like most people would have thought. Everyone has to work together as a team to achieve the speed of service goal. I’ve had to learn how to quick and act quickly as well as deal with angry customers and managers.

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

As I entered my teen years, my father expected more out of me than just being a good student. Dad always seemed to have projects going on around the house, and I became his helper. It did not matter what the project was, he always seemed to need my help and I was not happy about that. I had better things to do than wasting a weekend working around the house. Somehow my dad knew how to do everything and felt it was his job to teach all of it to me. I was a teenager and had all of the knowledge I would ever need, so I thought. As it turned out, most of the skills I obtained helping my father led me to a rather lucrative career in manufacturing a few years later.

It was 2:30 PM in the afternoon and I was extremely hunger. I wanted to eat a good meal that included vegetable so I opted for Folks restaurant. I was in Douglasville at the time had visited Douglasville's Folk's restaurant before and I was not happy with the service. The serving of lunch took the waiter and cook too long. The waiter was cleaning lamps and wiping down tables and it seems to be more important then make sure customers were having a good dining experience. The catfish was overcooked skimpy and it actually looked like scallops. I did not bother with bringing it to the waiter's attention, because I had ordered the all you can eat catfish, and I was hoping the next batch of catfish was much better than the catfish I was served

I have always wanted to go to New Orleans on the 1920 and be well known. I finally got my chance when I made a watch that becomes a time machine. I was going to make sure my dream comes true with a click of a button. I found myself in a giant room with many other people all sitting down around a long rectangle table. They all were staring at me as I was standing up pointing at a blueprint of a building that seemed to be a restaurant.

December 1999, the year I decided to do a big change in my life and move to Springfield, Massachusetts. I am from a little town in Puerto Rico, which few people are familiar with, coming to such a big country. It was a challenge that change the way I see life and the way I see right from wrongs.

December 1999, the year I decided to make a big change in my life and move to Springfield, Massachusetts. Coming to such a big country from a little town in Puerto Rico, which few people are familiar with. It was a challenge that changed the way I see life, and the way I see right from wrong.

“No,” I cried. Chaos erupted around me, adults and children screaming and crying in fear of the three gunmen who had entered the restaurant just moments ago.

The patio light was on automatically when I opened my aunt’s apartment front door but the house was still dark. I knew my aunt had not returned yet. She texted me before I was done with my shift to tell me that she would return home late. As an accountant in a hospital, she was always busy on the first week of the month for what she called ‘month end closing’. I did not know exactly the meaning of it, but I knew she would come home late for those days.