More Than a Job
WHEN I WALK AROUND my neighborhood, I see beautiful and expensive automobiles parked on the street. When I look at the garages where these cars should be parked, they're full of stuff. I just can���t understand why someone would spend thousands of dollars on a vehicle and let it be exposed to theft, vandalism and severe weather, while their garage is used as a storage unit.
Even though I can still fit both our cars in our garage, I���m also guilty of using it for storing things I no longer have any use for. What do I have in our garage? Among the things you���ll find are hundreds of vinyl records, boxes of baseball cards, my late dog���s bowl and leash, and a 1978 payroll stub.
I admit most of the items are purely sentimental, but the old payroll stub isn���t. There���s a reason I held on to it for all these years. It wasn���t because of the huge amount of money I was making at the time. In fact, I was earning just $5.16 an hour, not a whole lot more than 1978���s federal minimum wage of $2.65���and less than I was earning in my previous job.
Still, when I received that payroll check, I knew it was something special. I didn���t just have a new job. For the first time as a college graduate with a history degree, I had a chance for a career. I���d just been hired by a large aerospace corporation with plenty of opportunities for advancement in an industry with seemingly unlimited growth potential.
I knew it would lead to a brighter future���and it did. The lesson I learned back then: When you���re starting out, sometimes the best job offer is the one that pays less.
Even though I can still fit both our cars in our garage, I���m also guilty of using it for storing things I no longer have any use for. What do I have in our garage? Among the things you���ll find are hundreds of vinyl records, boxes of baseball cards, my late dog���s bowl and leash, and a 1978 payroll stub.
I admit most of the items are purely sentimental, but the old payroll stub isn���t. There���s a reason I held on to it for all these years. It wasn���t because of the huge amount of money I was making at the time. In fact, I was earning just $5.16 an hour, not a whole lot more than 1978���s federal minimum wage of $2.65���and less than I was earning in my previous job.
Still, when I received that payroll check, I knew it was something special. I didn���t just have a new job. For the first time as a college graduate with a history degree, I had a chance for a career. I���d just been hired by a large aerospace corporation with plenty of opportunities for advancement in an industry with seemingly unlimited growth potential.
I knew it would lead to a brighter future���and it did. The lesson I learned back then: When you���re starting out, sometimes the best job offer is the one that pays less.
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