Personal Narrative: My First Job

It didn’t last as long as I thought it would. It was harder than I imagined losing my first job. I was hired at Ralphs during a time when union employees were on strike. It was a very fast paced job behind the counter in the service deli. I was given a company shirt and apron. Out of pocket, I had to purchase new non-slip shoes and black slacks. From the beginning, I would show up early and on time every day, I was scheduled to work. It always made for a good start of each shift. I was excited and proud that I pursued a job that paid well. My family was proud of me which caused them to brag about my success. My job was to prepare meats, cheeses, salads, cold and or hot ready to eat food to be sold in the store or at the deli. I would almost always have a closing shift which meant that I had to clean everything in deli from, washing the dishes including the slicers, to cleaning the floor. Repackaging items to be sold in the deli display. I thought I was doing good at my job. I paid close attention to how things were done in order to perform my best. I figured once I learned a procedure by observing that I would at a later time try it on my

So during hot days unlike courtesy clerks, I got to stay inside with the A/C. It was a good thing though that I did not run off and start a car payment. A consistent flow of money and good hours was very satisfying. I had been burning myself out between six hours at school each day and four to eight hours a day at work it was too much. It had become an unpleasant routine of consuming energy drinks such as Monster or Rockstar each night just to have the energy to keep up. Money was quicker gained than spent and caused me to get overconfident in the safety of my job as being secured. Perhaps if I had filed the union papers it would have been very