Labor Day Memories
At fifteen, I worked at a local hot dog eatery despite the fact that I hated hot dogs. Scooping sauerkraut out of huge bins didn’t help my attitude. I loved earning a wage and got my first lesson in taxes. You’ll be happy to know that I left the hot dog business and went through a weird phase in college where I ate one every day for two months (go figure).
While in high school I also worked in a discount clothing store. I was amazed to discover how many people left the clothes they’d tried on scattered around the dressing room. To this day, I never leave clothes behind in a dressing room and always return them neatly arranged on the hanger. We’d all do well to follow this rule.
The summer before I left for college, I delivered newspapers to several apartment complexes. All I can say of this experience is, “What the hell were my parents thinking?” I would arrive at the warehouse at 3 am and stuff papers into their plastic sleeves. I would then drive (in pre-dawn dark) to my complexes and (with my car running) sprint inside the interior buildings, tossing papers at subscribers’ doors. It’s a wonder I wasn’t abducted or that my car wasn’t stolen!
I bagged groceries for two weeks in college and now use my vast knowledge of bagging etiquette to critique the baggers on my almost daily runs to the grocery store. My last two years of college I waited tables at a pizza joint that is now a topless bar. My husband, whom I met in college, gets a big kick out of telling people I used to work in a strip club!
The latter part of my working years were spent in the non-profit sector where I learned there is a lot of waste in government (shocking, I know) and there are many people doing an enormous amount of good work for others. I left the non-profit world to take on my most challenging job to date, stay-at-home mom. Every day is like ground hog day and yet no two days are the same. Does that make sense? I learn more from my kids than they learn from me and while the pay is abysmal, the benefits are too great to mention.
So what about you? Take a walk down memory lane and let me know how some of your jobs affected you.
Posted on September 5, 2011, in Blog Posts and tagged and hot dog eatery., apartment complexes, Christy Hayes, jobs, Labor Day, newspaper delivery, non-profit world, pre dawn, stay-at-home mom. Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.