My first job. 2 years ago I started my first job. In the beginning I was really nervous and scared, learning how to operate the computer was a difficult task that I didn’t catch onto for a couple of months. This is my experience starting at my first job that I still work at today. When I was 15 I got offered a job and I was very excited! My sister worked there as well so it made getting trained and learning a lot easier for me. I had a couple of tests to take and computer work to do before I could start actually working. The first night I went in to train I was very overwhelmed. There are so many buttons on the computer and trying to remember which button to push was hard! None the less I got the hang of it after a few hours and I was happy. After numerous training shifts I finally was put on a shift by myself. I was nervous and afraid that I wasn’t ready but overall I didn’t do terrible. Some days are very busy while others are fairly slow. …show more content…
I started to learn paperwork and it took me a couple weeks before I could do it on my own. I was happy to be more involved with the business. My co workers are always fun to work with and be around. They make the day go by faster and we all work together as a team to complete daily tasks. I am now the manager! Being offered that position surprised me. It isn’t always the most easy job to try and manage others but I’ve learned how to take the right approach on it. With the title came a lot more responsibility’s but I knew they were part of my job and as stressful as it can be sometimes I wouldn’t want it any other way. I’ve gotten many opportunity from this job including a trip in may! I will be meeting many new people and learning more about the business. There were times that I’ve wanted to give up but I kept pushing through and I’m glad that I did. Having this job has made me more outgoing and social which I wasn’t
When I entered the workforce at 16, there weren’t many high paying jobs available for someone with absolutely no previous work experience. The only job available for me was in the fast food industry, so my first job was at TacoBell. Working at TacoBell, exposed me to my very first management style.
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.
My first paying job was at the age of 16 for a brand-new Taco Bell with an all-girl crew. Now that I’m reminiscing of those times it brings back good memories of hard work and fun times with a new set of people (co-workers and customers). It was such a learning experience, for me personally having this job was a life saver and helpful money wise. I was a junior in high school and had a lot of extracurricular expenses that at that time my parents didn’t have the means to help with. It was challenging to keep up with my grades, afterschool programs and work but I made it happened with a lot of courage not to quit and learning time management. My parents were proud of me for keeping it all in control and not falling behind in my school work. Working at this fast food restaurant helped me with so much experience in customer service and hospitality.
Experience: The first day is bound to be nerve wrecking, but I dealt with my nerves effortlessly and quickly. Even though the tasks I did were simple, I had fun filling out the papers and doing my job. Every now and then, one needs to step out of their comfort zone and do things other than routine tasks (work and homework), it is imperative to get fresh air.
Having my first genuine job was a big change for me, coming into an environment with people a lot older than me. It was frightening at first; I was a tad intimidated to be frank. nevertheless I took this opportunity to every advantage I could acquire. I have many responsibilities, those include:
One of the first jobs I ever got when I was younger was being a cashier at a Save- a Lot grocery store. I was 15 years old and I absolutely loved that 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
I realized after being able to handle an angry customer positively, I have matured working at Wendy’s. To be able to not step out of character when someone you don’t know is yelling at you because of tomatoes is huge. Having a job helped me practice professional skills. I also had to learn to save money because the same weekend I got my check I spent half of it. My first job made me feel like a complete adult, and although it was stressful, maturing is a step in life I knew I was going to face soon
Once in Salt Lake City, Utah I had to wait twenty minutes for the school personnel to come by the bus terminal to pick me up as soon as they picked me up they took me to the school where I had to check in for getting assigned a room to sleep in. The next morning when I woke up and went down stairs I started my training which first was in class training that was all in books. The classes were over ninety people all trying to receive the same training in the last week before going into the semi portion of the training which included learning how to shift gears in a semi to negotiating turns with a fifty three foot trailer to taking the semi on the highway and at the end of the semi portion it had already dwindled to twenty people after the semi portion of training I was assigned my over the road instructor which when we started he immediately took me to Idaho where we went and picked up our first
Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. My heart began to race as I climbed in my truck early Monday morning. Anticipation grew inside of me at the thought of starting my new job. Would it be difficult? Would I get frustrated? I kept asking myself these questions, but I didn't want to know the answers. All the confidence that I had built up before that day had diminished and I was left with dread. I tried to reassure myself that it was just a summer job and that I would never have to go through it again, but my anxiety had already overcome me.
Getting my first job was really quite an experience. I learned and grew up a whole lot from just that alone. I remember all the steps I took to get there from the interviewing process to even starting with something as simple as a resume. It felt so great just obtaining the job through hard work and dedication. It was the beginning of my senior year where nearly everyone had a job and I was pretty much discouraged. I felt like I would never get a job. My schedule was pretty flexible so I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t getting hired by anyone. I sat for a while and came to conclusion I had to have a different attitude to get a better outcome. With persistence everything slowly fell into place. I got so much encouragement from the people around
When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait until I was old enough to get a job. Sure, it would be a good way to make friends and learn how to prepare myself for the real world, but for me, it was mostly about making my own money. Having to ask my parents for cash every time I needed some annoyed me, mostly because they’d always say no. Every time they did, I would always whine and complain about how different things would be when I had money of my own, how I would never ask them for anything, and so on. This wasn’t entirely true, but at the time it seemed like a smart thing to say. I must’ve applied to dozens of jobs, and when I finally got the email telling
When I had first started working for Starbucks I was 17 and straight out of high school. This wasn’t my first job ever but it was definitely the most challenging. Even in the first 2 week I had already found myself feeling very intimidated by what the job entailed; drink recipe memorization, expiration dates, writing cup abbreviations, cleaning and of course the scariest of all, customer service. I knew that I needed to do this and take this challenge head on. I had spent my first few weeks with my trainer who helped me memorize every drink recipe we had, how to make drinks and stay in routine. I practiced all day long hoping that soon it would get easier. I started to get a feel for the store and a little bit of what I was doing, but before I knew it it was time to go to the store I was hired to work at and leave my trainer behind.
"Winning is important to me, but what brings me real joy is the experience of being fully engaged in whatever I'm doing." says Phil Jackson, a former American professional basketball player. People always whine about how their first job experience was terrible and there’s only one reason which is not getting enough amount of money for their work. I think people need to think that job is not always about money as I discovered from my first job.
It was the Saturday of Fourth of July weekend, the busiest day for restaurants at the beach, and coincidently, I was walking to my first independent shift for my new summer job at a quick serve restaurant on the boardwalk in Avon-By-The-Sea. I was mostly confident in my abilities; I could make drinks, smoothies, coffees, write food orders, and charge customers but there was one task I was dreading: making a cone with the oh-so-unforgiving soft ice cream machine. I was hoping by some miracle I would not receive a soft cone order but given the huge mob I saw standing in front of the quick serve windows as I approached, I knew the chances of that happening were zero to none. I hurried behind the counter, grabbed a pen and an order pad and reluctantly