by Paint the Sky » Mon Aug 04, 2008 3:08 pm
My first job lasted one week, and I hated every single day of it.
When I was 17, and still in school, I decided I needed a job to supplement my pocket money (allowance), so a girl I knew at school told me her Mum was looking someone to work in their fish and chip shop in the evenings. Like a fool I jumped at the chance, and regreted it after my first night.
I worked from 5.30pm to 11.30pm, serving fish and chips, cleaning the floors etc when the shop closed.
Microwaves had just come on the mass market, but no-one told me you shouldn't put metal into them, so all the pies went in with their silver trays on and there was some mighty strange noises coming out of the thing, but I was oblivious to the fact I was causing it. Of, course the pies didn't heat through, and loads of people came back to complain. It was awful.
The worst though, was I was too tired for school the following day, no time for homework and the stench of cooking fat clung to me no matter how much I washed when I got home.
For my weeks work I was paid £11.50, now baring in mind this was 1979/1980 I was well chuffed, but I just knew I couldn't do another week in that place. I only stuck it out because I knew the family.
Bum, I need a question now....
How good a liar are you? Give an example, lie if like, but the truth would be better - lol
People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built. Eleanor Roosevelt