Personal Narrative: My First Job

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.

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

When I applied for C.R. England I was not sure that I would be accepted to go through the program. Three days later I received a phone call from a Recruiter at C.R. England and while on the phone we went over all the information before setting a time and a date for leaving for Salt Lake City, Utah. When the day came to leave for Salt Lake City, Utah my parents took me to the Greyhound terminal to prepare to leave. Thirty minutes later we boarded the bus to leave our first stop was in Missouri I stayed on the same bus and from there I went to Kansas where I had to switch buses but I had to wait one hour before the other bus got there after boarding the bus for going to the next stop I was in Colorado where I had to wait two hours and thirty minutes before boarding my next bus to Wyoming once I got to Wyoming the next bus was ready and it had no air conditioner that I remember so the last bit of traveling was so warm that everyone on it was hot even a eight month old baby everyone tried their best to help the mother out to make

Eddie had already taken a seat when I approached the counter, absentmindedly fixing my hair into a bun on the top of my head as I waited for the barista to take my order. He sighs, dusts off his apron with his hands and turns to me with a blank expression. “What can-” his eyes widen and mouth curls into a sheepish grin. “Uh, what can I get for you?” It sounded more like he was asking himself a question than asking me what I needed, his hands combing through his dark, messy hair as he waited for my response. The corners of my own lips turn up as a turn my stare to the menu, scanning it carefully.

A special place is my job at Moe’s Southwest Grill. People go there to eat or work. The customers are greeted with a friendly “Welcome to Moe’s” from the staff. Moe’s is located in a remodeled building near the Carilion Clinic and Dr. Pepper Park. The building has four walls of red and brown bricks and a tin roof. Ten clear glass window panes and eight doors make this a unique building. The water hose gives a drink to the thirsty plants growing in the hot sun. The growing green and healthy plants in the mulch are a welcome to the customer. On the outdoor patio, dim lights provide the diners with a romantic atmosphere and a view of the Roanoke Star at night. During the day, umbrellas protect the diners from the sun while enjoying nature during lunch. Pull open the heavy door and

My first APPE rotation was pediatrics in Cleveland Clinic. Before starting the rotation, I was scared but excited to have experience in Cleveland Clinics, since it is one of the biggest hospitals in the country. I was worried because I had no knowledge about pediatrics. Also, the first day of the rotation was a day after the final, so I was in a rush mode.

I pushed my bangs back from my face as I tapped lightly on the back door of my new job, Egg & I. I had been a server before at Cracker Barrel, which was twice the size of this new job and open much later as well, so I wasn’t worried about my last day of training before I was put on the floor by myself. One of the cooks opened the door for me and I muttered a shy ‘thank you’ before walking toward the computer to sign in. I slowed down as my eyes landed on the herd of servers huddled around my boyfriend of five years, DJ. He had gotten a job at Egg & I two weeks before me and, after telling me at length how much better this job would be than Cracker Barrel, I applied and immediately got the job.

“Nice, I have been looking for a job too.” I told him, hoping that he could possibly get me a job too.

“Hey, Billybob!” Joeybob says, excited to see his friend after a long day at work. “Want to grab some dinner at the diner?” Joeybob was famished because he was in a rush to get out of his house this morning and forgot to make himself some food and there were no “out of work” lunch intermissions allowed. They walked up to “The Cool Diner” and started to take their orders.

As I sat alone at my small table for two, I looked at my watch and noted the time of 12:10pm. As I glanced at the menu I slowly began scanning the dining area. As I suspected the lunch crowd was pretty full and I counted 36 customers in the dining area. My waiter arrived at my table and introduced himself. His name was Tony, although I am sure his full name was Anthony. He was average height, slim build, olive complexion, and dark hair. He was very polite and asked if I would like a drink before ordering and after my response he turned and retrieved my beverage. When he returned he asked if I need a few minutes to look over the menu and I responded that I did. Before leaving, he proceeded to tell me the lunch specials for the day and even made a recommendation. I thanked him as he turned and walked away.

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

life is stupidly hard sometimes, and only made harder when we pass 18 and have to make our own significant choices. It used to be that society and our parents shaped our futures and even pushed us in the direction they wanted us to succeed in, however hard I tried though I always fell short of my parents expectations. I didnt believe people could change and that neither of my parents would change their way of thinking and that I would never be able to change what I was, but people can change and I know that now.They wanted me to go to college and develop myself in a successful career insted I ran from what my parents wanted, got emancipated and married at 16 and then divorced at 21.

Caroline, my sister, is the type of person who loves animals and says she wants to save the world. She thinks her jokes are the best, but she’s the only one that laughs. She is always willing to help someone out if they are stuck. She knows how to put a smile on someone's face. Whenever Caroline answers the phone, even if it wakes her from a nap, she always smiles first and then talks. “Because a smile can change any meaning” she always says. She is a 20 year old junior at “UW-Madison for my undergraduate degree in anthropology with certificates in archaeology and classics” (C. Schlinsog, Personal Interview, May 31, 2017). She is very smart, she is taking summer classes so she can graduate early and go on to graduate school. She has a big future ahead of her.

For breakfast there were eggs, bacon, sausage waffles and so many more delicious options. My personal favorite was the cinnamon sticks dipped in warm maple syrup,  although there wasn’t much time to eat them, I savored every bite. As my day went, on because of all the training going on, I had no idea when we would finish or how much time we had left. Until I heard “chow time”, words that made me smile because not only do we get a break, but I knew that we only had half of the day left. For lunch the dining hall served hot wings with white rice along with your choice of sides at the salad bar. The thing that made lunch extra special was the fact that we could have cookies. It may not seem like much now, but at that time it was the only real sweets most of us had in weeks. Although I tried not to show it, inside I was grinning from ear to ear. Then finally, there was dinner. Dinner meant that the day was finished. There was no more training or exercising and I would be able to go to bed soon. For dinner, pizza. That alone was the perfect satisfaction for me after an extremely long day and it was enough to hold me over until

It wasn’t until the end of the day that Susan pulled me aside and gave me some good advice. In her words, “People in the store are going to drive you mad. They are the pickiest, finickiest folks I’ve ever seen. But if you keep a smile on your face, keep calm and do a good job, you’ll survive the day, and we’ll get along just fine.” Even though it wasn’t exactly the greatest advice ever, it was what helped me keep my sanity the whole season I was there. I made some good friends, good money and I realized that working isn’t as easy as it seems. But all in all, it was a good job, and a good