Friday, March 27, 2009
My first big job
I could not sleep and was thinking about the tough economic times we are going through right now.
As I was growing up I began working away from home for money at the age of 14 years old. My first jobs were the normal ones for a young lady. I babysit for families in our town. Then I worked for the school system helping to grade achievement tests. Then at the age of 16 I worked at the local dairy dip.
When I graduated high school in 1972 I landed a job at the local 5 and dime. (as most of you know I have lived in a very small town all of my life.) I was so very excited. I would be making .75 an hour. Yes you saw that right. It blows my mind too as I think back on it.
I worked there for about 4 months. Then because of my previous experience in the restaurant industry I was hired as the manager of the Dairy Dip at the ripe old age of 18 for $1.35 an hour. Boy was I excited now. I was going to be rich!!! I worked here for almost two years and I never received a raise. To be honest I never asked for one. I was so happy to have a job and to be earning money. Granted I still lived at home, but I was taught (and it was expected) that I pay my share. For this I am very grateful. I learned at a very early age to work hard and to be so thankful for what you have.
I think this is the spirit that we as Americans have. We have what it takes to help us through these times. We know how to stretch our dollars and to make ends meet. We always rise to the occasion.
Living in a small town has taught me so many good lessons of life. I have never been materialist. I always try to be very thankful for what I have. It makes me so proud when I can accomplish much on a small income.
When I think back on that first job and how proud I was to have it , it makes me feel so glad for the things I learned from this experience.