I started my first job in 8th grade. My neighbor started teaching in her dance studio and I was her nanny for 5 years. It was basically just for the school year, from September to May. When I started my neighbor had one little boy, Cade. My very first day was Cade’s 1st birthday which happened to fall on September 11, 2001. The next year, my neighbor had another little boy named Zach.
Being a nanny really is a great job. It was only 2 or 3 days a week. I got to watch movies, read books with the kids, play games, make cupcakes, and color. It was awesome. I did that until I graduated from high school. I can't believe that Cade is now almost 13 and he is taller than I am.
I guess my first legitimate job was an interesting experience. When I started college I got a job with campus Dining Services. Basically I helped prepare cafeteria dinner food for all of the freshman who lived in the dorms. My duties could include anything from
-chopping and cutting fruit
-cooking things in the fryer
-making mashed potatoes in a blender bowl big enough to fit 4 small children.
|I'm talking about one of these bad boys that has to be on the floor.|