Personal Narrative: My Love For 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

I decided to attend the University but first I needed a job to do so. At the time, I was still living at home and dependent on my parents. I knew they would not be able to support me for long so I had to get a job. I sent out many resumes but didn't get called back. I was becoming impatient and annoyed at the whole situation of not getting a job.”

It was a normal day at work. The same things I always do, paperwork, after paperwork, after paperwork, after more paperwork. Working at a hospital, I thought I would be getting elbow deep in someone’s stomach, but so far, all I do is file patient’s work, follow the doctors around doing as they tell me, and run to get coffee at everyone’s beckoning call. I have been here since six-thirty this morning, and it is now ten, and these little clogs are killing the souls that are left on my feet.

I took a job on a whim based on a recommendation from a friend. As time passed, and I had been working consistently for a few years, I found myself at an interesting vantage point. I looked back at that directionless high-schooler and found that I no longer recognized him. I had matured and my mentality had changed. I think back to this moment, which I remember vividly, as the point where the fire within me was ignited and I realized the full potential of my own self-possessed motivation. I understood that I alone had the power to push myself forward. I dove headfirst into my career and the path toward higher

My second job was a cashier at a local drug store. My daily duties included organizing and stocking shelves, providing excellent customer service, and checking out customers. The environment was incredibly nonchalant and the stress level was extremely low. Although many of my peers enjoy effortless employment, the lack of duties disturbed me. I worked the last shift almost every weekend night and was plagued with boredom. There were numerous occasions when I would pick a magazine off the shelf and read it because of the shortage of customer traffic. The job became a waste of time and ability.

Sophomore year was when i got my first job. It was April when i was hired and had found out about the job because my mom knew the owner of a store that was about to open. I had turned sixteen earlier the year before in September so this was my first real job. After an online application and an interview the job was mine. My first day i was very nervous. I was not feel comfortable talking to strangers or initiating conversation so i was anxious about the possibility of being in that uncomfortable situation. Nonetheless i arrived to the store mentally preparing myself for the day. To my relief i found out the store was a week away from being ready to open and i was saved from any interaction with any customers; although the threat still loomed in the near future. I spent the day assembling shelving, hanging signs, cleaning, and attempting to get the floor into working order. It was a long eight hour day of work. After a week of this the store was ready and we were called into a meeting to discuss opening day tactics. Among other tips and suggestions for how our new store should be run there was one requirement that stood out from the rest: each customer is to be

The summer before my junior year, I got a new job as a server in a Steak ‘n Shake one town over. The money was good enough - $4.05 an hour plus tips, and I usually made around $50 to $60 a day if business wasn’t too slow. Whenever I wasn’t at work, I was sleeping or focusing on eating a stack of waffles at Waffle House. My focus should have been on my summer assignments for junior year, not

I heard job come out my mom's mouth i wanted to scream to the top of my lungs i couldn't speak i was so terrified so i decided that i would go to bed early so they would stop talking about but that didn't all i was dreaming about was work i felt like i was losing my mind and then i thought to myself it’s time to grow up and time to make your own decisions i'm going off to college in 2 years and it’s coming fast so It was even though i still felt horrible i didn't know what was happening . i was thinking today is the day i felt like the world was ending i no longer getting money from my parents and ask them to buy me things i had to make my own living for myself i felt like i was growing up too fast i felt like i wasn't ready and i'm pretty sure my family wasn't either

There are some internships that I've participated on that have helped me discover my own

I was able to get back to working like nothing had happen but unfortunately my session had end for my first term. I had been in contact with my professors about the issues and trying to get caught up but time was up and I was unable to do so. I then thought I was going to have a great next term starting in the summer of 2015. I began off strong doing well like the first term, then work started to intensify. I began working later and later. I was clearing over 40 hours almost every week and coming home just to sleep. I normally work from 9am to 6pm, but with late kids, preparing for the fall classes for the kids and moving rooms around I was working more like 8am to 7pm sometimes 8 am to 8pm. So when I came home to do school work I be so exhausted that I was able to do bits and pieces of it never was able to fully dedicate myself to the school work like I was suppose to.

Two summers ago, I decided that it was time for me to go out into the real world and get a job but also, my parents told me it was time to get a job, so that’s what I did. After a few weeks of applying to jobs, my friends told be about a lifeguarding job at Wet’n Wild waterpark. I thought hey this would be a good opportunity to work in a cool place for the summer, meet some people and make some money as well. I go through the hiring process and become a lifeguard, and I enjoyed every moment of my summer working there. I enjoyed it so much that I went back there to work again before my study abroad program started. I worked for Wet’n Wild waterpark as a lifeguard for a combined total of 4 months. The park hired many lifeguards during peak season which ran from the end of May to the beginning of September. As a lifeguard I was entrusted with making sure that everybody enjoyed their time in the park and obeyed the rules so that no one would get injured. There were two different lifeguard positions: shallow water and deep water. Deep water required more certification and was paid more for their services but I chose to be a shallow water lifeguard because I did not want to go through more training. The park is located at 6200 International Drive in Orlando, Florida 32819. The park is open every day of the year including holidays. The hours are subject to change based on the day and season of the year. When I first found out about the job at Wet’n

I side with the blue-collar workers because I come from a long line of blue-collar workers. My grandpa dropped out of school to join the army in WWII. After being injured in the war, he took a blue-collar job working in a lumber mill; but eventually chose to use the auto mechanic training he got in the army. So he decided to go to a service school to become an auto mechanic. My grandpa was a bookworm, who read about a wide variety of subjects, which lead to him becoming a jack of all trades in many areas including; geology, carpentry, forestry, and running orchards in Eastern Washington. My dad has done the backbreaking work of a blue-collar worker for the past 40 years for Washington State Ferries. He always has his nose in a book, learning

I will never regret a single day that I have spent my time working, because for every hour that I spend diligently working towards something, I learn an invaluable lesson that can never be replaced. My strong work ethic was instilled in me from a very young age, when one of my favorite things to do was follow my grandpa around the farm as he did chores. It was not long before I was sacrificing playtime so that I could help him pour feed, plant wheat, and harvest beans. While most little girls were pretending to be princesses, I was stomping through the dirt to check the cows. As a child, when I would tell my mom that I wanted something, her response was always this: “spit in one hand and wish in the other; see which one gets full faster.”

Most people do not get a job their freshman year because they are not yet fifteen, do not want one, or are worried about grades. However, when the opportunity presented itself, I was ready to get my first job working as a salad girl at a family restaurant in Washington.

As my junior year came close to ending I looked forward to getting my first job.