Personal Narrative: My First Job

Over the summer of 2016, I finally got my first job. At nineteen, I felt out of place not ever having a job while all of my friends worked, but my parents said I never needed one. What changed, was that I was now commuting to school, and I was going to be paying for it out of my own pocket, to reduce how many loans I was taking out from the bank. I interviewed for a few places before I found myself sitting in Noodles and Company in Medford. It was the easiest interview I had done, and by the end of the interview I was offered a job. I started working by the end of the week, and I had liked everyone I had come in contact with except the manager that was in charge of training me. He did everything exactly how it was written in the service training

The manager kept saying, “It’s going to be a stress free night! This is my shift!” It might have been a stress free night for him, but for everyone else it was hectic and unorganized. I had been the only person working the front of the store, which was the register, running food, and bussing tables. Since I had been working for over a month, I had a handle on exactly how to do my job and my other managers had told me I was doing great. All night long I had to hear from this manager, that I had to turn around faster to greet the guests, even though I had been trying to get food out to the customers that needed it. He would contradict himself on absolutely everything, and it had drove me crazy. When it came time to close the store, I knew how to get things done promptly, so I could leave early. Like everything else, this manager corrected me on how I had been closing the store for over a month. He instructed me that I had to mop the front of the store, and scrub the toilets in the bathroom, neither of which were actually my job. Needless to say I went home much later than I had planned, and hoped that I would never work a night shift with this manager

I did find a way to get unintentional revenge on him while I was closing the store recently. After reluctantly mopping the floor, I had gone to dump out the dirty sanitizer in the bucket for the mop. My manager sits at a desk near where I had to dump the bucket, and coincidentally there were three huge umbrellas leaning against the wall next to the desk. After I had dumped the sanitizer I was trying to put the bucket back where it needed to be, and I accidentally bumped the umbrellas. I knew they were falling, but I made no effort to stop them from toppling onto my manger. I held back my laughter, while faking being concerned for him, thankfully he was not hurt at all. I still laugh when I think about how he had flailed his arms to try to get the umbrellas to stop falling on him while I just stood there, this probably makes me a terrible human being but I can live with that. The umbrellas falling on him was karma getting back at him for being such an intolerable