Jill Weatherholt

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“Clean up on table one”

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The best time for planning a book is while you’re doing the dishes. ~Agatha Christie

When I was a teenager, my first job, apart from babysitting, was bussing tables at the local country club. For those of you not familiar with the job description of a “busgirl”, my main duty was to clear dirty dishes from the member’s table and take them to the dishwasher. As an adult germaphobe, the idea of carrying out these duties today, makes me cringe, especially since we weren’t provided gloves.

The reason behind my career choice had more to do with a certain boy from school, than a desire to clear the world of dirty dishes. My best friend and I both had crushes on boys who also worked at the county club, in the golf pro shop. Our thought was, they had to eat and since the club provided a free meal to their employees, a chance meeting over a table of dirty dishes was in our favor.

Unfortunately, our idea didn’t go as planned. Although the employees were provided a free meal, they weren’t allowed to dine with the members. The chance meeting never happened.

I didn’t get to meet that boy, but I did catch more colds that winter than ever. By spring, my friend and I left the country club for a job at the local roller rink. I had a few bruises, while learning to skate backward, but it turned out to be the best job I ever had.

I’m curious, what was your first job?

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Author: Jill Weatherholt

My name is Jill Weatherholt and I’m a writer. I have a full-time job, but at night and on the weekend, I pursue my passion, writing. I write modern stories about love, friendship and forgiveness. I started this blog as a way to share my journey toward publication and to create a community for other new writers. Raised in the Washington, DC area, I’ve lived in Charlotte, North Carolina since 2004. I hold a degree in Psychology from George Mason University and a Certification in Paralegal Studies from Duke University. My first book, SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE, will release in March, 2017. It's now able for pre-order on Amazon. I was the first place winner in the Dream Quest One Short Story Contest in the Winter 2014-2015 competition. In 2014, I placed second in Southern Writers Magazine Short Story Contest. I was also a top ten finalist in Southern Writers Magazine Short Story Contest in 2012 and 2013. I’m a 2010 and 2012 winner of the NaNoWriMo Contest. I love to connect readers, visit me at jillweatherholt.com

106 thoughts on ““Clean up on table one”

  1. It was a good idea while it lasted, huh? You probably spent many days running to work wondering if today would be the day the “chance” encounter would happen with the young men at the pro shop. Seems like you have spent a lot of time around golf courses acing a hole in one or working the first job. I think my first job was busing too, busing cafeteria dishes in our college dorm.

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    • Yeah, it sure didn’t last long, Georgette. Oh yes, I remember driving to work with my friend and we would be so excited thinking today was the day. I don’t think I’ve been that excited to go to work since. 🙂
      I hope you had a great time in Virginia! Happy Weekend!

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  2. Maybe you could do a survey of how many people bussed tables for their first job 🙂 I was 16 when my mom woke me up one summer morning and told me I had to go to work. I had no idea that she had applied for a job, on my behalf, at a local cafeteria. That first summer was rough, but in all I worked 5 summers and the manager and his wife came to feel like family. Good memories.

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    • Good ole mom, she always knew best. That’s so funny, Marie! I can see you waking up, scratching your head…work? What job…too funny! Wow, 5 summers and good memories, that’s a great first job story.
      Enjoy your weekend! I hope your kitty is feeling better.

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  3. My first job was mowing lawns in spring and summer. During the school year, my job was attempting to stay out of trouble and to pass my classes! There followed a procession of fast-food jobs, janitorial work at a church and a friend’s dad’s office, and more lawn mowing. I never bussed tables, per se, but I did manage to find various ways to get grimy and messy! 🙂

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  4. My first job was in college, doing data entry for one of my Judo coaches to switch his business from one software to another. Fun, right? 😉 It was supposed to be a temporary position, but then the administrative assistant quit and I got her job…I ended up working there for four years. It wasn’t bad for a first job, really. 🙂

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    • Hey, at least you weren’t exposed to all of the germs from dirty dishes. That sounds like a great first job and the fact that it lasted for four year, it looked good on your resume. 🙂
      Have a great weekend!

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  5. Oh man! You have to write a young adult novel based on your experience!! You already have the perfect setup–your life! Love that story, Jill.

    My first job was working in the candy and nuts department of Sears. I was 17. I worked long hours and had to deal with ornery customers. The Sears where I worked had the highest employee theft rate in the state! Numerous times a day, the store alarm would go off as someone would attempt to shoplift.

    I didn’t touch peanuts or candy corn for over ten years after that job.

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    • Ha ha! I love your enthusiasm, Linda! You might be on to something…you know I’ve been itching to write a YA novel…we’ll chat later. 🙂

      I remember when Sears had a candy and nut department, I think it’s gone by the wayside. Oh, the ornery customer, they’re the worst and shoplifters…no doubt, you earned your pay.

      I can see why you stayed away from peanuts and candy corn. Hopefully you’ve at least reintroduced candy corn to your diet…I love that stuff and it’s sooooo bad. 🙂

      Enjoy your weekend! I hope you’re starting to thaw a little bit.

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  6. I babysat which is hard to believe as I am totally inept around tiny kids. On my first job, the kids were already asleep when I got there (3 kids under 5). The mother gave me explicit instructions not to go near their bedroom unless they wake up. Any movement might wake them up and she made me believe that it would be near impossible to get them back to sleep (they didn’t know me and would be terrified not to find their parents home). The problem was that I didn’t know where the bathroom was and I was afraid to go upstairs to find it. Almost peed my pants until I got home.

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    • That’s a great story, Kate! I guess you could have run outside…if it was dark. 🙂 Like you I did a lot of babysitting. I was fortunate to sit for the only family who paid $2 an hour, rather than the going rate of $1. Once I went with the mother and her kids to the park, so she could play tennis. I took the two kids on a nature walk and the little boy some how got his head through a railing of a bridge, that over looked a creek, but then he couldn’t get it out. I was in a complete state of panic!
      Have a great weekend!

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  7. Eewgh, clearing plates is the worst! I worked for a very short period of time at a mushroom farm. It was reputed to pay well and as babysitting wasn’t much fun in my eyes I decided to change career. It was a bad move. The smell of the peat that the mushrooms grow in stays around forever – in your nose, on your clothes and in your hair. The dirt gets under your fingernails and your back aches. And the pay was crummy.
    Next job was far more successful and a lot of fun. A chemist in the middle of town where a friend and I had a wild time selling cosmetics regularly to two local drag queens. That job was a real eye opener, I can tell you 🙂

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    • A mushroom farm? I had no idea there was such a thing, Jenny! I don’t care for mushrooms, so I think I’d stick with the dirty dishes.
      Oh, I think that second job deserves it’s own blog post. I would love to hear more!
      Have a great weekend! I’m still laughing from your post today. 🙂

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  8. A friend of mine got me a job at a placed called The Nail Apron. It was a local store much like The Home Depot. Only problem was I knew nothing about being handy or building things or repairing things. I’d never done any of that before, but I was desperate for money and didn’t want to work in the fast food industry (which I ended up doing anyway). So I spent all my time wandering around the store trying to avoid customers. If one did find me, I’d end up having to track down a fellow employee to answer their question. Not my finest moment. I was happy to move on 🙂

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    • That’s a great story, Dave! Well, if The Nail Apron didn’t provide it’s employees with training, you might not have been the only one wandering around in attempt to avoid the customers. Your description reminded me of myself in my high school Algebra class…but I was trying to hide behind the student sitting in front of me. 🙂
      Enjoy your weekend!

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  9. The things we do for a boy! You’re right about doing a lot of thinking and plotting while doing dishes. I am usually off in my own little world while doing the dishes and it can be relaxing- sort of!
    Besides babysitting, my first real job was at a little Dunkin Donuts kiosk at our local mall. OMG! I learned a lot about customer service. Have you ever seen the face of a customer who is told that their favorite donut is sold out? Not pretty! I remember we were out of eclairs and since we did not make the products in our little kiosk, we couldn’t make any more. One man was yelling so much and threw his coffee money at me. Really? The best part was taking home all the left over donuts we did not sell. It was interesting how many boys volunteered to pick me up after work, I don’t think it had anything to do with me. 🙂

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    • I’m the same, Maria. My mind goes in a million different when I’m at the sink, but yes, it is relaxing. Between you and me, I like doing dishes. Despite having a dishwasher, I’d rather wash by hand.
      Wow! What is wrong with people? Getting upset over their donuts and eclairs. Obviously they’ve never dealt with a real problem or tragedy in their life. Those are the same people who accost those who park in a handicap spot.
      Well, I think the boys were more interested in you than the day old donuts. 🙂
      Happy Weekend Maria!

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  10. My very first job was as a photographer’s assistant. I got to learn how to develop photographs in a darkroom so that was cool (but smelly) 🙂 unfortunately it was a lonely job so I didn’t get to meet any boys…

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  11. When you say you are “an adult germaphobe” you make me laugh because I am too. The idea of bussing tables would be extemely distasteful and I would be carrying hand sanitizers everywhere. My first job was as a part time sales clerk at Sears in the toy department. A lot of germy children and their parents were my customers. I never heard of hand sanitizers though so I was blissfuly ignorant. 🙂

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    • I really do think we are related, Dor. 🙂 Looking back, that job may be the reason I’m a germaphobe. Oh, another Sears employee. Yikes, working in the toy department doesn’t sound much different than picking up dirty dishes, at least it doesn’t sound different to this germaphobe. 🙂 I feel the need to go wash my hands…happy weekend, Dor!

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  12. No wonder so many women apply at my company. They’re hoping for a chance meeting with me in the hallway.

    Or not.

    My first job was at an indie record store, and I continued to work in indie record shops for years. It almost sort-of supported my music career (if earning no money qualifies as a career) and was enough to keep my clunker Chevy hatchback on the road.

    Roller rink is pretty cool. I would like to part time it at an ice rink, but I’m not a good enough skater to do anything worthwhile. I suppose I could run the ticket booth.

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    • Okay, you just made me snort my water through my nose, Eric. You crack me up. 🙂
      Being the music lover you are, working in an indie record store must have been the ideal job, even if it didn’t pay for new rims on your Chevy.
      Yes, working at the roller rink was very cool. Everyone says, do what you love and back then, roller skating is what I loved.
      Enjoy the weekend!

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  13. Cute experience. 🙂
    Check this out: I was so bashful in high school, crazy about the majorette, had to wait til she broke up with my football team buddy, got enough nerve to phone her and got a Sunday movie date — and, so petrified, I didn’t show up for the date! Our lockers were close at school and when she passed me in the hall she tightened her lips, lifted her head, and quickly walked past… Had to wait for that date until my first Navy leave…

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    • Oh Billy, your comment brings back all of the insecurities I think everyone experienced as a teenager. I felt bad for you, but I also felt bad for the majorette. She might have had the same insecurities you were experiencing. So, you did end up on that date? If so, it sounds like a future blog post to me!
      Thanks for sharing your story. 🙂 Happy Weekend!

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  14. There’s something very magical about the hopes about a chance encounter. That hope means so very much at the time!

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  15. I love the idea of getting the job to meet the boys – ahhh, I miss my youth!

    My first job was in my father’s accounting practice. I didn’t do well considering I’m so incredibly bad with numbers 😉

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  16. My first job, other than babysitting, was as a file clerk for a group of engineers. I set up their files and made their copies. I still hate copy machines, which always break down in the middle of rush jobs. As do printers.
    Cheers, and safe copying.

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    • Oh Theresa, I feel your pain when it comes to copy machines. You’re right, they always break down in the middle of a rush. I remember using a mimeograph machine to make copies…oh, the messy ink!
      Thank you for bringing your friend’s book to my attention. I ordered it through my local Barnes and Noble, so I should be able to pick it up next weekend.
      Enjoy your weekend!

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  17. My first real job (excluding paper routes) was during summer breaks from university. Every May I went back to my hometown to work at a small factory that made upholstery and truck interior trims for big rigs like Kenworth, Freightliner, and Western Star. It gave me a healthy respect for people who do mind-numbing work and stand on their feet the whole day, and, perhaps not surprisingly a higher incentive to finish university 🙂

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  18. That’s a great point, Ian. I think our first job forced us to realize what we didn’t want to do later in life. Like you discovered in your first job, I didn’t want to clean tables the rest of my life. Thankfully a higher education was available to the both of us.
    Enjoy your weekend!

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  19. Jill, I didn’t imagine you strategizing to this point LOL! Haha, so cute. The roller rink job sounds like a blast! My first jobs were for family, especially my dad. I’m trying to remember my first job. It was in retail, but was it the place I had to quit after 2 evenings because I sucked so bad at selling on commission or was it Jacobsons where I started off selling junior shoes and worked my way to jewelry? I can’t remember! As a kid I had a knack of interviewing for jobs that I never got!!! Nobody ever wanted me. I think I was way too shy at those interviews.

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    • Young love, I suppose, or at least we thought it was love. 🙂 Oh yes, working at the roller rink was so much fun, Luanne. I loved the music and the disco ball on the ceiling. Ha!
      Working on commission can be tough, I guess it only took 2 days to realize it wasn’t your thing. Well, writing is certainly your thing, so I’m glad you haven’t quit that. 🙂

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  20. I enjoyed reading this post – and the ensuing comments – very much. But my first job was so long ago and I had so many I can’t quite recall which was first ….. obviously none of them memorial!

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  21. Oh – I’ve just remembered – in the school holidays at a biscuit factory on the packing line. Loud and noisy and very fast – for a dreamy, uncoordinated girl it was a nightmare. I have memories of backed up lines and biscuits everywhere – no wonder I don’t easily recall it! 🙂

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    • Ha ha! I’ve never known anyone who has worked in a biscuit factory. I imagine it was much like I Love Lucy, when she and Ethel worked in the candy factory. 🙂 I can see why you blocked it from your memory. 🙂

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  22. I was a waitress for one night before I got the sack for accidentally smashing an ice-cream Sunday into the wall which also splattered a customer in the hair. She wasn’t a pleasant lady let’s just say 🙂

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  23. Excellent Jill – these things turn out for the best really don’t they? I was a lazy beggar, never got a part-time job. Careers guidance at school was non-existent – you were simply expected to go on to Uni (College). After six weeks in an insurance office I drifted into accountancy, and that was my destiny in life. Could have been worse I guess.

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  24. My first job was babysitting. I enjoyed a busy family of 4 little ones. I didn’t get to go very often since their budget was tight. Not enough extra for ‘going on dates.’ Then, I had a little boy who I was in charge of, his mother pregnant, I still have letters that my Mom has received, as the family moved to Colorado. I wrote one recent update to just let them know how much I liked their little family of David and Daisy, their children. I liked your Country Club dream, but am so glad you enjoyed the job at the roller rink! Smiles, Robin

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    • That’s nice that you wrote to the family to let them know how much you enjoyed the kids. I’m sure they appreciated you taking the time to do that, Robin. I did a lot of babysitting myself, with one family in particular.
      Yes, going to work at the roller rink was a great “career” move. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to comment.

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  25. I’m glad to hear that you found a less germ-intensive job — although I suppose being in close proximity to all of those sweating rollerskaters might also have been enough to trigger a bout of hypochondria. I would rather have the skinned knees than the colds myself as well.

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  26. One of my favorite earlier jobs was at a resort in the mountains of Estes Park, Colorado. The bakery–including actually doing the baking–was run by four teen girls and one supervisor. The first night we were to make muffins for the dinner lounge, we thought we were measuring baking soda out of a huge can that actually was instant vanilla pie filling. It was a horrible mess, with 18 dozen flat, hard muffins in the dumpster and no even bread to serve.
    But we learned, and on the alternating early morning shifts, we made 150 loaves of home-made white and wheat bread before 6:30AM.
    I loved that summer job!

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    • I can see where one could mistake instant vanilla pie filling for baking soda, Marylin. I’m glad you were able to perfect your recipe…that’s a lot of baking before 6:30 a.m.! It sounds like a great job and in Estes Park, what a beautiful place to work.

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  27. My first proper job was a ‘Christmas gift pack maker’, working in a warehouse making up gift packs for The Body Shop. A lot more fragrant than your first job Jill!

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  28. So did you meet the man in your life at the ice rink, instead? 🙂

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  29. So you were a girl with a plan, eh? Too bad it didn’t work out as you’d hoped, but it sounds like your next job was ideal! My first job was also as a bus girl at an indie restaurant called The Feed Bag — appetizing name, isn’t it? As an adult I now realize what a dive the place was. The number of things they did that were illegal makes me shudder. I was paid $1.75/hour, and my dad had to go up there more than once to wrangle my paycheck out of the cheapskate owner. When I turned 16, I finally left that place and got hired at the local Ponderosa. It was the next step in a long career in food service. Glad those days are behind me!

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    • Well, we thought we had a good plan, Gwen. Turned out, there were a lot more boys at the roller rink. I remember Ponderosa! With it being a chain, I’m sure you were paid accordingly and your dad didn’t have to make threats in order for you to get paid.

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  30. Happy Sunday, Jill! I bet you are an excellent skater. Did the young man ever find out that you had a crush on him? This could be a nice short story…one of your characters could be the Sneezing Bus Girl😄

    To my first job in the USA. I worked at Eckerds (now CVS) as a cashier. It just wasn’t cashiering, I had to sweep my work area and clean the doors, help stock the shelves etc. I worked with a great team of people. The manager Barbara was kind and patient ; she taught me quite a few things about the American way of life.

    My first experience with shoplifting: two teens came in and asked me if they could take a look at the Polaroid film that was behind the counter and so I handed them a box. They looked at the box for a few seconds and then simply walked out the store. All I could say was, “hey, hey, hey YOU come back here”. They must have laughed about the way they conned the cashier for weeks! 😄

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    • Hi Elaine! Happy Sunday to you too! Ha ha…I can picture you at the counter yelling, ‘hey, hey, hey YOU come back here’. That’s a hilarious story, thanks for sharing.
      It sounds like your first job, other than the shoplifting incident, was a great experience for you. Having a kind and patient manager, especially for your first job, is an added bonus.
      Actually, that boy did find out I had a crush on him. We met, either through a friend or we had a class together. We went out a couple of times, but I lost interest. I think in those days, I was more interested in the chase. 🙂
      The Sneezing Bus Girl, would make for a good short story. 🙂 Enjoy your day!

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  31. My first job was at K-Mart with my best friend. She’s not even my friend anymore and I think all the K-Marts are gone too. Nothing makes you feel old like your high school job going out of business.

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    • I guess we felt more safe working with our best friend. My partner in crime is still my best friend, it’s fun to reminisce about the crazy things we did.
      LOL! Well, if it makes you feel any better, there is still one K-Mart remaining in my area. 🙂

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  32. Oh Jill, one job I never did was waitressing or bussing but I did do my fair share of babysitting, even though I wasn’t remotely ‘maternal’ until I had my own children! It was nice that you got the same job as your friend like that but I’m with you and the ‘germaphobe’ thing! I could never have done that and really admire those who do. Shame about the boy-crush not showing up but he wouldn’t have had a patch on Derek from Devon 😉
    Your roller skating job sounds so much fun, wow, I would have loved that! Ha Ha, I can relate to the bruises!
    My first job was really boring. I had to look through reams and reams of computer paper (remember the green stuff with the holes running down the sides?) to look for certain codes (it was an electric company) and I detested it. So you can see why I love the idea of your roller skating job!
    I hope you are having a lovely weekend my friend. The sun has been shining here and spring is definitely springing and I hope for you too ! 🙂 xo

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    • Hi Sherri! Your comment made me smile…’he wouldn’t have had a patch on Derek from Devon.’ Is that the same as saying, he couldn’t hold a candle to DFD? 🙂 If so, you’re right, he certainly didn’t
      Yes, I remember that computer paper…not the loveliest color green. Oh, does sound like a boring job, but I suppose it provided you with some spending money.
      I have such great memories from the time I spent working at the roller rink. It never felt like work, I got paid to skate. What could be better for a teenager!
      I’m happy to hear the sun is shining and spring has sprung. We’re still waiting here…we’ve been on a roller coaster of up and down temperatures. Today it’s cold and raining. Have a great week, Sherri! xo

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  33. Well, my first job had nothing to do with a boy. 😀 I was companion to an elderly lady and I love it until her much younger brother decided he wanted to marry me. I was eighteen and he was in his fifties. A very wealthy and kind gentlemen, but I already had a steady beau. I found her another companion and left. Sometimes wonder what my life would have been like had I married him. Oh, BTW, it’s sleeting and snowing at present. Spring is on hold once more. Have a lovely evening.

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  34. Jill. my first job was babysitting in the neighborhood. One client in particular comes to mind: A beautiful woman with a beautiful husband and one three year old beautiful child trusted me with a six month old infant. I was only nine!

    I officially had a real job as a waitress job at an ice cream parlor when I was 19. I liked a patron very much. I wrote “You mystify me” on his check. We ended up going out. He had a very sexy car. An XKE Jag. I think that was it. He was an architect. Our relationship lasted longer than the job.

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    • Wow, I can’t believe you babysat for a three year old and an infant at the age of nine, Hollis. You must have been mature for your age. What a great story! I love that you were bold and wrote that message on the guy’s check and it paid off! Ah, I always wanted to work in an ice cream parlor. I’m so happy to see your smiling face. I was just thinking about you today, seriously, and I was hoping you were doing okay. xo

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  35. Babysitting, I suppose, if we are counting that. I also worked a little later on at a department store. Somehow I think all of these little sidetracks feed our imaginations and eventually wind up in our stories. (I did work at a cemetery for a couple of years.) Lots of stories!!

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    • You’re right, Renee, there are lots of stories from our previous jobs. 🙂 Interesting, I worked at a cemetery as well, when I first moved to Charlotte. I sold plots, markers, etc. I hope you knee is feeling better.

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  36. My first job, besides babysitting, I got because I wanted to be a nurse. I was 14 and went to work as a nursing assistant in a nursing home, a job you now have to be certified to do. I was trained on the job and certainly learned a lot about living, aging and dying.

    I think because I was so young, I took it all in stride. And I actually liked the work–I enjoyed helping people and feeling useful.

    Would you email your mailing address to me, please. I want to send you an Advanced Reading Copy of my book. No obligation. You’re one of 5 bloggers I’ve chosen to send a book to, because, well, because you’re you.

    tracyleekarner (at) gmail (dot) com

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    • I’m sure you learned a lot during that time, Tracy. I think that’s a great experience for a teenager. Actually, we could all benefit by working in an environment such as a nursing home or an assisted living facility.
      Wow! I would love to read your book and I appreciate you thinking of me. Thank you!

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  37. Your post made me smile, Jill. You took up your first job for the sake of a boy, and I gave my first job as fashion designer for the sake of a guy. I married him and moved to the other side of the world. I am not sure I would have given writing a chance if I hadn’t.

    Speaking of which, the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Writing Award first round results came in today. I made it to the next round. Yay!

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    • What a great story, Rajni! From single fashion designer to married Amazon Breakthrough Novel Writing winner! We never know what life has in store for us.
      As I mentioned in my email, I am thrilled for you. This is certainly an accomplishment you should be proud of. All of your hard work has paid off and the courage to submit…well done! After reading your pitch, I have no doubt you will make it through the next round. It sounds like a great story.
      Again, congratulations and thank you for sharing this fabulous news!

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  38. I was 12 and applied on my own to be a cashier in a vegetable market. It worked out for many reasons….I used to babysit there kids on New Year’s for $50 cash….that was huge back then!!

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  39. Jill, we have so much in common! I dated a boy who worked at our local skating rink when I was right out of high school. Then when I was 19 I worked in a smorgasboard restaurant, so I was a line server, but I sometimes was also cashiering and busing tables depending on how busy we were. One day when I was on the day shift, a guy walked in who I’d never met in high school, but we were in the same graduating class. He became my first husband. 🙂 Even with how things turned out with us, I still love that memory.

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    • Well, the one thing we don’t have in common Patsy is you can draw and paint…me…not so much. 🙂 I am working on it though. 🙂
      Wow! What a great story! What if you had been assigned to the evening shift…I love stories like this!

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      • I used to have to work nights, too. In fact I had to work my way up to day shifts. I hated working on the weekend nights, though, because it was extremely busy. We had a high school girl who was hired for those shifts as well who called in sick or just didn’t show up. Instead of firing her, the manager at the time tried to make me work double shifts. That’s when I quit. I didn’t need the job that bad. 🙂

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      • It seemed like in the restaurant industry the managers or those making the schedules often took advantage of the good workers. I’m glad you decided to leave, Patsy. 🙂

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      • I agree! I was glad I did, too. 🙂

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      • Oh, and I am glad you are working on the drawing. Did you get a book yet? 🙂

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      • Thanks! I’m actually going to the bookstore tomorrow. I have several Barnes and Noble gift cards that are burning a hole in my pocket. 🙂 I did find a good website that teaches the basics, step by step to draw different animals, etc. I did get my pencils. Thanks again for the recommendations! Enjoy your weekend!

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      • That’s great! Oh how I love gift cards! 🙂 I’m glad you found a good website to learn from, too. Have fun. And you are welcome, Jill. Enjoy your weekend as well.

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  40. Somehow I have managed to never work in the food/hospitality industry. My first job was at JcPenney’s, behind the jewelry counter! Oh man… I have a story from back then… must blog soon!

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  41. The roller rink sounds much better. I get nostalgic just thinking about those places and songs like Muskrat Love. 🙂 My first job was pouring A&W root beer. Unfortunately by then, there were no roller skates involved. I later progressed to waitressing at an Irish pub. That was a lot of fun but a tray filled Guinness can be pretty heavy.

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    • Oh yes, Sheila, the roller rink was so much better. I drive my co-workers crazy with, “Oh, that’s a roller skating song.” So many great memories.
      I’m impressed, waitressing in an Irish pub does sound fun, but I’m not sure I could have handled the heavy trays with full beers and a crowd…I would have gotten fired on the first night. 🙂

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  42. After babysitting, it was administrative work –answering phones, filing, processing things, and photocopying. Good times.

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