I Must Confess…My First Job
Hey everyone, welcome back again for I Must Confess, the weekly linkup where I make a confession and ask the bravest of you to do the same.
Work has been in my thoughts this week. I travelled to Canberra for work for a few days and had lots of time to think about all sorts of things, which is possibly why I ended up reminiscing about my first job.
I started relatively late in the workforce. While some of my friends started working as soon as they legally could at local fast food outlets, I made the decision not to find work while I was at school and instead concentrate on my studies.
Once school was done there were no more excuses. I clearly recall coming home from my schoolies week away at Seal Rocks and sitting the public service exam the next day. I was committed and ready to be an employee!
However, the public service was not to be my first job. I had to wait a year before I got the call inviting me to an interview there.
No, my first job was at a service station in a little town on the New England Highway. It was a truck stop and hosted a restaurant as well as a little shop. It was an interesting place, to say the least…
Some of the highlights (or lowlights) of my service station career:
- Cleaning the toilets and showers and having to clean faeces off the men’s shower floor. More than once.
- Accidentally spilling hot water on a customer and myself, leading to burns for myself and legal hassles for my employer.
- Making THE WORST coffees in the world. I was so bad at it customers would ask, in front of me, for someone else to make their coffee. Seriously.
- Manning the Saturday night shift and dealing with the stream of drunk people who came in for late night munchies when the bowling club next door closed up.
- Getting up at 4am to help out with the early bird shift – you’d be surprised how busy it was at 5am in the morning!
- Never being able to completely reconcile my till at the end of my shift, no matter how careful I had been all day.
- Dodging trucks and other vehicles as I measured how much fuel was still in the tanks under the driveway.
- Having to fork out money to pay for any customers who filled up and drove off without paying.
- Continually asking customers how many items they wanted when they asked for a ‘couple’ – it took me a year to work out they meant 2!
- Gorging myself on chicken chips every shift – my absolute favourite!
While I was pleased to escape the service station after being offered a job in the public service, I am grateful for my time there. Sure, I hated nearly every moment but I learnt some important lessons there.
I learnt the true value of customer service. I learnt to be patient and polite with everyone, customers and workmates alike. I learnt to save money. I learnt that I was stronger than I thought. I learnt that good workmates are worth their weight in gold.
What was your first job? What were the highlights or lowlights? And are you glad you had that experience?
Whatever your confession, feel free to link up and cleanse your soul – you won’t be sorry!
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