My First Job
I remember my first job. I was 16 at the time, and my mom was already bugging me to get a job for awhile now. I finally stopped being lazy, and got one.
My first job was at this local store in town, about a 15 miniute or so walk from my house. The shop older was this middle aged women, who was a friend
of the family for years. Maybe that’s how I got the job so easily, who knows. The pay wasn’t bad, It got me enough money so I could take friends, or
other people to the movies, or other places. Only thing I didn’t like about it, was that my friends at first think I could get them stuff for free, which
I personally didn’t like, and I had to have a talk with them, but after that It was good. I worked there until I graduated high school, saved up a good
amount of money too. I like to think that this responsibility helped me grow up, who knows, maybe I’m just thinking about things to hard again.