They say we always remember the first time we do something new, our first kiss, our first date, our first job. Unfortunately not all of them are memories that we want to keep, a good example being my first job.
I had just finished high school at the time and was waiting to get admitted into the university, so in a bid not to look like I was doing nothing at home, I decided to go look for a job. I remember how difficult it was for me back then to get a job because of how young I looked. Most of them didn’t believe I was done with high school so I decided it was time I was done with this young face of mine, it was time I grew a beard.
Before that time, I always took pride in my beardless smooth and young face but seeing how that wasn’t getting me what I wanted, I had to let the young look go. Two months later I got a job.
A job at a gas station wasn’t exactly what I wanted but it was what I got and I took it. First day at the job and I did just fine and I felt maybe I could work there till I got admitted into the university but about a month later, I quit.
The job was nothing but slavery. We were asked to come to work five days a week,5:30am in the morning till 10:00pm in the night. At first I had thought it wasn’t a big deal because I was desperate to just get a job, any job. But after I got that one, I realized that any job doesn’t exactly mean any job.
Both of my parents had asked me to quit the job after they realized how pale I was starting to look after a month of working. Luckily for me, I got the admission a month later and that was it. My first job experience wasn’t a pleasant one, but I hope the next one is better.