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The prompt this week over at Sunday Scribblings is First Job, Worst Job, Best Job. As I’ve just recently written about what I want to be when I grow up, I thought worst job was a good follow-up.
When I was in high school one summer, I worked nights at a sub and pizza shop. It was really hot, no air conditioning. I have always disliked meat — the taste, the texture, the smell. I HATEHATEHATE onions. This was probably not a job I should have taken, but I did. When people would call and order anchovy pizza, I would tell them we were out or didn’t carry them because I didn’t want to smell them. When people would order subs with extra mayo and extra cheese, I would only put a little extra on (yes I admit I was judging them for wanting more of the really bad-for-them stuff). When kids would come in 20 minutes before closing, I would flat out refuse to make them anything on the grill I had just cleaned. It was hot, sweaty work and by the time I got home, I felt like I reeked of onions and pickles.
But it gave me a greater appreciation of people who work in food service. It is a tough job, where you are often under-appreciated, so for that reason, I’m glad I got to experience life on the other side of the counter.
A close follow-up to worst job would be the month I worked as a telemarketer for a driveway paving company. I had to call people around dinner time. I wouldn’t call people whose names I couldn’t recognize, because that just makes it so much worse, to mangle someone’s name and disturb them. I was always unfailingly polite, and if they said no, I immediately apologized for calling them. I still don’t know if I quit this job or was fired, it happened at the same time. I gave my notice, and the manager said they were letting me go anyway, because I didn’t seem excited about my job. I felt like responding, “I’m doing telemarketing about paving driveways. Of course I am not excited about my job!”
But that also gave me appreciation for a very tough, unrewarding, unappreciated job. I try really hard to be polite with telemarketers, as long as they are polite and don’t get pushy. I think seeing the other side of these jobs was an important experience.