
I lay here watching the DVR and Oprah has a show on about first jobs. OH the memories. I should say… as ADD and spontaneous as I am – there are 2 things in my life that I have remained committed.
My family and my current job.
I’ve been with the current company for almost 9 years. Considering I am 31 – not bad.
My first first,VERY first job was at my Dad’s baseball card store. We use to get paid 25 cents to sort baseball cards into sets. Child labor laws did not apply in our household. I could count to 100 therefore I could sort baseball cards. As the baseball card trend faded my Dad went into comics. Then, my days were spent bagging and boarding these stupid books. The only thing good about any of it was being a teen girl working with teen boys. Little did I realize at the time, most were totally losers.
The first offical, your hired job was as an “Associate” at Eckerds. My friend Rachel’s father hired me. One of my besties, Mimi worked there as well. We had a great time calling each other over the intercom by our nickname initials.
Me = D.B. (dumb bunny)
Her = S.A. (smart ass)
“S.A. please come to the front of the store.” – in which then laughter would errupt from any Eckerd employee who wasn’t my manager.
Good times were had, and lessons learned. Like never turn your back on a customer for more than 2 minutes or they may walk out on you with their stuff and not pay. That happened to me once – the customer wanted cigarettes. I was turned backwards and they had walked off with several items. Stupid me didn’t think to call the manager on duty. I just let it slide.
I remember laughing at a customer uncontrollably when he brought LICE into the store in a little baggie asking me to identify. Or the time a guy asked where the vibrators were, and I kept saying “Sir, we do not sell that kind of stuff here, this is Eckerds”. I was later informed after he had called my manager complaining about me and that he was looking for back massagers. Why couldn’t he of just said BACK MASSAGERS, come on.
My 20-30 hour a week schedule had me busy. Mimi (S.A.) and I spent endless hours looking thru people’s photos, smelling perfumes, straightening shelves and putting anything that was extremely cheap aside so we could snag it. The life of a 16-year old Eckerds employee – not to glamorous.
The whopping $4.25 an hour was sad. After my first year, I had a review and was given a raise to $4.35. I laughed out loud when my manager told me that he was giving me a DIME more an hour. A DIME, seriously? Thankfully soon after, I had a back injury which landed me in the Chiropractor’s office.
The Chiropractor asked if I knew anyone looking for a part-time job, which I said I was. She asked if I could start the following week for $10 an hour. I am sure my response was something of pathetic. But so be it. I was no longer an Eckerd’s employee. Hello Chiropractic Assistant. Not bad for 17 and I actually was making money with early nights and no Sundays.
Lessons learned from my first real gig:
- A good relationship with your co-workers is key. They can make or break a sucky job.
- Working with the general public is an experience. Don’t be suprised by anything. Even a junkie asking if we do needle exchanges.
- You have to make more than $4.25 an hour to buy a car. I don’t know why I didn’t realize this going into the job. Oh yeah, I was 16 and DUMB DUMB DUMB.
- Cleaning your bathroom at home = not fun. Cleaning a bathroom used by the public = DISGUSTING.
- Drunk guys will approach you and ask you to do a price check on condoms. (Little did they know I found this hilarious.)
- Pushing all of the talking holiday animated animals is hilarious. Having to hear those animals for 8 hours straight on a Saturday afternoon = ANNOYING!
- Telling your under-aged friends you can’t sell them cigarettes, upsets them.
I am sure many lessons were learned about responsibility and timeliness and yadda-yadda as well. And I am sure once my kids get to the age of getting a job my tune will change about my time at Eckerds. Of course, their minimum wage will probebly be $12.00 an hour then. Regardlesss, I will always value my year in khakis and a collared navy shirt with my name tag that was decked out in Sesame Street stickers. How cool was I? (no need to answer.)
What was your first job and what lessons did you learn?
