When I turned 16….
….I got my first job at the local fast-food hangout in our town.
I was so excited.
I had a job….a real job….with a paycheck and everything.
I can remember planning out what I was going to wear the first day and telling all my friends so they could stop by and visit so we could all hang out while I served them drinks and they could just sit at the counter and watch me work. After all….the people at the fast-food hangout told me what I would be doing….and the job didn’t seem like it was going to be too hard….
….and that would leave all that extra time for laughing and conversation.Continue reading