As a teenager I had decided that I wanted to pursue a college degree after I graduated high school, but I knew that my parents could not afford to pay for it. The greatest day of my life was when I got my first job I was filled with joy to have my first source of income to use to buy what ever I want.
Previously, I had only worked at an Italian restaurant located in Indiana, Pennsylvania as a dishwasher, which at the time I considered my worst job.
Not only were my coworkers resentful of each other they were a vicious and scornful group of people.
As the days went on, I realized that being a prep cook would probably be the worst job ever. One afternoon, I got a phone call to go for an interview at a local supermarket.
Not here. Traveling in and out of Pennsylvania, Philadelphia and other neighboring states at the wee hours of the morning was mortifying. I got the job, and I was a sales clerk. For example, when my dad passed away, which was the worst thing that ever could happen, I moved to India.