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Time Travel Tuesday- First Job Experience

Posted Oct 17 2008 6:18pm

Time to share your first job experience...
What was your first job experience?
Do you remember the first paycheck, starting salary?
Do you remember your first boss, coworkers?
What was your favorite task/least favorite task?
How did that job end?

When I was 16 years old (sometime between 1987 and 1988), I finally decided to get a job when a friend of mine called to tell me her work was hiring. The funny thing is that it never dawned on me that maybe I needed to get one until the call. I'm sure my mother was so proud. I was such a slacker.

Anyhow, our local Dairy Queen was hiring, I applied, and got the job. Starting pay was $3.35 an hour. Of course it was minimum wage. I can't remember what I did with my first check, but I'm sure it wore a hole in my pocket pretty fast (all $60-$70 worth). I had 2 bosses. The owner, Cathy, was a little on the prissy side, and Jeanne was the manager and longed to remain a teenager forever. It really was a perfect place for Jeanne since she worked with all teenagers. My co-workers were my fellow classmates and friends, and Dairy Queen was the place to hang out at on Friday and Saturday nights. The training was rigorous trying to make the infamous curl just right. To this day, I can't go to a self serve ice cream machine and not make the curl. They permanently ingrained it into my brain. We weren't your typical Dairy Queen, though. We were basically an ice cream shop. The closest thing we had to food was a hot dog. There was no grill, no frier, and no grease-filled air.

Dairy Queen was certainly a very fond memory to me. I learned to make cakes there, and was really good at it. Our customers always got pleasure in watching us dance and sing as we worked. The place was like a party whenever Will Smith's Parent's Just Don't Understand (see the video below) came on the radio. Of course, we new ALL the words and lived by them.

The customers were also quite amused when our ice cream machine got air in it. It would basically make this loud pop (much like a gunshot), and we would be covered in ice cream. It would be all over our clothes arms and yep even our faces. There was never any forewarning when it would happen, and it happened daily. It was always funny when it happened to someone else, but it happened to everybody...OFTEN!

During my 2 years there, I eventually became shift supervisor before I left. At that point, I was a high school graduate and got a job as a paraprofessional in an elementary school making much better money.
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