One of my first paid jobs was washing dishes in the restaurant of a Holiday Inn. I was 13, and lied on the application that I was 16, the minimum age they would accept. It wasn’t a glamorous position, but it did provide a paycheck. And it came with all of the vagaries you’d expect from such a job – unpleasant working conditions, the requirement to always be on-time, shifts scheduled when I’d rather be hanging out with friends, and the proverbial bad boss.
I meandered through a number of jobs in my teen years, learning what was expected of me as an employee and how to work within corporate structures along the way.
These lessons were invaluable as I went off to college and looked for part-time work as a student, and then when I sought a full-time position as a graduate.
When I look at my own kids, it reminds me that
Published on July 23, 2015 13:30