-A mostly true journey of a girl, her man and their three kids; all trying to live harmoniously in a house somewhere in Utah. Names and exact locations may be changed in order to protect the grouchy.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Day 21 of Forty : Can I help you?

My kids and I joke a lot about my past. I talk about it and they laugh. Probably because I am one of those people who swore I would NEVER be caught saying, "When I was your age..."

Yet I do. I say it. All. The. Time.

I feel the words roll of my tongue as I watch the kids roll their eyes... I tell you, I can't help it. Life WAS hard-walking to school and back; 2 hours trudging uphill both ways in 14 feet of snow and pouring rain without shoes OR breakfast....(the stories grow more and more pathetic every time)  Who could make that stuff up?

Today's growing tale was about jobs.

Me: You know, when I was your age I had already had a job for 2 years. I HAD to work. I worked full time AND carried a full load at college. I sold Avon on the side, did my household chores, had a boyfriend and STILL had time to study and get straight As... (almost. shhhh.)

The daughter: (rolling those beautiful brown eyes) You forgot that you fed the whales AND the homeless in your spare time...

The youngest: You fed homeless whales?

Help me. I need a parenting class. ASAP. When has someone telling you about their past EVER made you rethink how you will live your life? Not often, I'm sure.

Don't yell at me. I know I have to stop doing that. Now if you'll excuse me,  I'm off to find a charity who works really hard at finding living spaces for sea-mammals.


Tell me, where was your very first paycheck-paying job?  How old were you? What did you do?

Happy Tuesday, friends :)

17 comments:

  1. Yeah, I'll start off :) I started working at the mall when I was 16. I worked in a place called the "Homemaker Shop." They were like an old-school Bed-Bath and Beyond. I folded towels and sheets, restocked shelves and dusted (all the stuff I complain about now).

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  2. I started working at a little barber shop when I was 13 or so. I had my own key and would go in after the shop closed on Saturday and clean it. I swept and mopped the floors, cleaned the mirrors, etc. (all the stuff I complain about doing now). I didn't get a paycheck because it was all under the table but I consider it my first real job.

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    1. Aw Mr. Man, you know I love you..but when is the last time you mopped floors? Hahahahahahahahhaahahah! But, thanks for playing :)

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  3. I started working at Mcdonalds at 14. I had to lie about my age to get the job - that's how desperate I was for money. I felt bad (or hated the job) and admitted my age. Didn't get fired though. Char

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    1. Char, it's just like you to lie so you could work. You get it. Desperation will do that to us. I wish I would have thought of that, because babysitting wan't bringing in the cash-flow I needed :) I also wish I knew you when I could have obviously gotten a discount on some fries...Dang.

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  4. Worked at the DQ. And yes, it is possible to make that signature curly-Q on top. I can't make a cone without it. I actually attended Dairy Queen University to learn the trade. We made Dilly Bars and ice cream cakes, and I came home showered in ice cream from the Blizzard machine. Those are some fond memories...mmmm...I think I need a Peanut Buster Parfait...

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    1. DQ? I loved that place! Did you work at the one where Carls Jr. used to be? All the talent you have AND you know how to make a curly Q on top of ice-cream? We were meant to be friends! Peanut Butter Parfait? Sign me up.

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    2. Yes, the one where Carl's Jr. is now. I worked there when it first opened until I left for college.

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  5. Wow. You have another child?? The eldest sounds super humorous. You should make her some brownies for tomorrow's blog post, or maybe mention her once or twice. HAHA. I'm totally joking. I'd much rather hear about your hilariously gifted youngest, or the super-talented middle-child. They sound much more interesting! ;)
    Love ya! :)

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    1. Dearest Alice, This was supposed to be the place where you list your place of employ...oh wait. HAHA. I adore you; in fact, I'm going to go through all my photos now.. Plus, if you were the subject of ALL my blogs, how would I get to read and respond to all these FABULOUS comments. You are absolutely the second best female in this house. <3 your mediocre Mamacello :)

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  6. Ponderosa on West ave. I wasn't there very long, though. Worst memories: the time a friend's dad came in drunk and the time(s) when I cleared the tables only to find that people were just gone to the salad bar and really did plan on finishing that steak I just threw out.
    Best memory: when my doctor came in to eat dinner and left me $100 tip.

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    1. Hilarie, friend's drunk parent memories? Oh, how I miss the Mitten. My sister waitressed and had a few of those stories too :) 100 dollar tip? In the eighties and in Jacktown? That would have been fantastic! I absolutely would have been the person to mess up orders or clear tables before customers were finished. I'm always in awe of what waiters/waitresses have to put up with. That's why I folded towels and taught children for a living and why I am an awesome tipper today. I don't think we went to Ponderosa very much; times were hard back then.

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    2. ps. girl, I love the pics of your new home! It's a beautiful thing to see that everything is falling into place :)

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  7. Okay. Guilt has set in. I am starting from where I left off. :)

    First job? Babysitting. For my brothers, cousins, neighbors, and did I say my brothers?? When your the oldest in the family, babysitting is a givin'. Not even a choice.
    Then, phone sales. Worse than babysitting!!! Ugh. My most fav job was preschool teacher assistant. Loved it! Miss it! :)

    Alrighty then....one down, 100 more to go...... HA!

    Your FF :)

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    1. Nickie, Yes, babysitting was a given. I agree. Bless you for doing phone sales; I would cry if someone hung up on me. HA! I love how you started commenting where you left off. You are going to be amazing competition for the man. He's trying so hard to keep up :) <3 you girl.

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  8. I was 15 years old and worked at Sambino's. I did everything from bus table to prep cook. I worked that job for 4 1/2 years.

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    1. Sambino's! I couldn't remember the name. You worked it there for sure. What is there now? I have zero memory any more :(

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