Extremely Employable – Part I

I’ve been going through a lot of old files as I continue to clean out the room formerly known as my office. I came across something interesting, it was my radiation exposure report from my stent at Vogtle nuclear power plant 10 years ago. That combined with my previous post got me inspired.

It’s time for a series focusing on my previous jobs. I’ll come back around to the radiation exposure in 4 or 5 posts.

We’re going to start from the beginning. Now I’ll preface this by saying that through the power of alcohol and repression I don’t remember yesterday, so everything in this series is most likely a lie.

Best I can recall, my first ‘real’ job with a paycheck and taxes and minimum wage was Dunn’s Toy and Hobby in the local mall. I wish I could find pictures of the place, but this was before everything was meticulously documented on the internet. Here are some representations of what it probably looked like.

Dunn’s Toy and Hobby was a place I really enjoyed browsing through so it seemed like a decent place to enter the job market. They had model rockets and cars, coins and rocks, puzzles and toys, and all kinds of other interesting finds. When I was a kid I was into all of those things, especially model rockets. This wasn’t the first place that I ended up working at as a result of spending too much time hanging out.

I’m not sure what my job title was but it was all the basics of retail. Stock shelves, straighten up, ring up customers, etc. We also packed up inventory to ship to another retail location. Apparently I was too slow at this, no surprise there.

too-many-cigarettes

The main things I recall about this job were the heavy smell of cigarettes wafting from the girl who trained me, and the overbearing way my boss acted. I also remember some awful song playing on the radio multiple times a shift. I can’t remember what the damn song was, probably something by Coldplay or Train.

I definitely learned a bit in the extremely short time I worked there, mainly that I don’t like being treated like crap. As it turns out – over time you lose the ability to just walk away from that kind of situation. Kids and mortgage and whatnot. Luckily I was in high school and my mom was driving me to work.

One down. A lot to go.

-Jed


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this:
search previous next tag category expand menu location phone mail time cart zoom edit close