I Must Confess…First Jobs
Welcome to another week of revelations as part of I Must Confess, the linkup where you can bare your soul and share your secrets while helping others do the same.
First up, I want to thank the 12 lovely people who linked up last week – as usual, you guys rock and I enjoyed reading all your confessions.
This week’s prompt is your first job. Did you head out the minute you turned 14 years and 9 months to get an after school job? Or did you wait until you finished high school to first find employment?
I wrote a post last year about my first job at a service station. That job certainly had it’s interesting moments, that’s for sure! As much I came to dread each shift I was certainly never bored and I learned a lot about myself and others so I will never regret my time there.
My second job, happens to be my current job, in the public service. Next month marks my 18th anniversary there and I’ve been lucky enough to have had the opportunity to work in various positions and roles throughout the years.
I’m genuinely grateful for the stability of having a single employer for so long, however, it does disturb me that I have been in that job for almost exactly half my entire life. That’s a bit of a worry…
But this wouldn’t be I Must Confess if I didn’t share some of my more embarrassing work stories with you – so here are my top 3 for your reading pleasure:
1. The time I was working on the reception desk and a young skateboard dude came in and handed me a scrunched up bit of paper. That’s what I thought it was, anyway. Turns out, it was a joint and there I was, trying to undo it, in front of other customers. No wonder I dropped it like a hot potato when I finally worked out what it was!
2. The time I was travelling for work in northern NSW and had to ring the property operations people as I had car problems. I was so embarrassed at my inability to work out how to open the bonnet (it turned out to be easy, of course) that I got confused and initially forgot my own name before inadvertently giving my maiden name, rather than my married name. Embarrassing.
3. The time I had a few too many champagnes at a work function and allegedly danced the Macarena in a rather ‘energetic’ way. It took me years to overcome the “Macarena Girl” tag that subsequently followed me in certain circles at work. Oh, the folly of youth…
Are you going to make me feel a little less embarrassed and share the dirt on your first job today or are you planning on making your own confession? Either way, you are welcome to link up an old or a new post and join in the fun!
If you haven’t already worked it out, Monday is a fantastic day for the multi-linkup!
– I Must Confess is a link up that will be happening every Monday and will remain live for the whole week.
– You can link up something old or new, we’re not fussy around here.
– Feel free to go with the prompt for the week or add your own confession, whatever suits.
– Please go forth and share the comment love – it is bloggy crack after all!
Next week’s confession prompt – do you have an irrational fear or phobia?
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