Question of the Week: First Job

I decided to start a "Question of the Week" for my blog. (Thursday seems like a good day to do it.) Most of the time I do not have trouble finding something to blog about, but I recently went through a dry spell where I wanted to blog, but had nothing to say. The "Question of the Week" will give me something to talk about even if nothing is going on. This will probably make my blog even more boring, but at least there will be something to read. :) (And if you have any suggestions for questions, leave a comment and let me know.)

Question of the Week

"What was your first job?"

That depends.

I tried to make money with my siblings a number of different ways growing up. The usual lemonade stand was always fun. Although, I remember trying to sell this stuff that was like Kool-Aid, but cheaper. It was not the best tasting stuff and is probably the reason we were never very successful. I tried to start a restaurant in my kitchen, with menus and everything. It went well until people decided that they did not want to pay for food that they could have for free. I started a bank... that did not go well. (I had such high hopes.) One of my favorites was when we turned our house into a movie theater for all of the neighborhood kids. We charged them admission and had popcorn for them to eat while they watched their movie. That went well until Dad tried to edit out part of a movie and ended up showing the "questionable" scene... twice.

Do any of those count? Probably not.

What about babysitting? Does that count? Possibly. Some other possibilities along with babysitting are a paper route and picking raspberries and blueberries.

If you want to get technical though, meaning a job that I got a W-2 for, my first job was working at Dairy Queen in Gig Harbor. I starting working there when I turned sixteen and worked there all through my high school years. I enjoyed having a job that young. I feel that it prepared me for entering the "real" world and that I was a better employee later on because of it. I was a cashier there. One of my friends called it the "Sexist Joint" because only girls could be cashiers and only guys could be cooks. I think that has changed though. I probably could have guessed that I would eventually enter the world of banking because my "till" was never off... well rarely off. Oh, and I became pretty good at perfecting those little curly tops on the ice cream cones.