When I was sixteen, I got my first job.

Let’s go to Dee’s, let’s all go to Dee’s, let’s all go to Dee’s and the family all agrees.

It was at a local drive-in. My first day was so stressful. My job was to stand at the register, and take peoples orders, then shout back to the cook standing at the grill what they wanted. Example, “Burger, extra mustard, hold the onions!!” Then I would get their drink, and fry, take their money, and do it all fast. Ok so that last part didn’t happen on my first day. The idea that it was supposed to happen fast was the stressful part. In the beginning I felt like I was terrible at that job (I’m sure I was). The girl who trained me wasn’t very patient, or kind, but I worked so hard at learning and doing my job. I became very good at my job. I learned a lot. I became a little less thin skinned, and overwhelmed when challenges came up in the future.