My first job came with many other firsts in my life - the first time losing the trust of my parents, my first time questioning my own judgement, and my first time being exposed to the real world. I grew up very sheltered. I am an only child, my parents are very religious muslim immigrants, and I was fortunate enough to be born a girl. Naturally, I have always had many restrictions placed on me. After begging with them for months, my parents finally, but reluctantly let me apply to a few nearby establishments. I desperately wanted to get a job at Nofrills. It was so closeby to my house that I wouldn't need a ride, and this sat very well with my parents. When they called me to ask if I was still interested in working for them as a cashier …show more content…
The express lane was located right next to the produce section, and we were forced to face one another all day. He took every opportunity to walk by, brushing past my backside. Fed up, I locked the gate behind me. When he came around again, for what felt like hundredth time, he absolutely exploded with rage when he saw that I had locked the gate. He opened my gate, and slammed it open with all the force that he could use. My whole lane shook, and everybody in the front end of the store heard. He started shouting profanity at me, and I was scared and in disbelief. My whole line up of maybe 15 customers witnessed this happen. I was shaken up very badly, thinking that he would hit me and I burst into tears after he walked away. It was humiliating. To add insult to injury, he spent the remainder of the day boasting about what he did, laughing with coworkers, and looking in my direction. I was 17. He was 23. After providing my employer with a formal complaint, detailing all the events over the past year, and giving the names of several eye witnesses, Nofrills refused to do anything about it. I did however, get snickers and dirty looks from several male co workers because of the fact that I complained. I guess I
walked in, in a tirade, with a shirt on that said F-U on it. Well earlier that day his other friend
Growing up all my friends had perfect jobs for teenagers. As a teenager, I spent a lot of time applying for jobs and searching for places to work because money didn’t come easy and I wanted to be in control of my own money. But I could never score a job. I applied to at least 100 jobs at least twice and I still couldn’t get an opportunity.
When he came to the front desk and ask for the direction for his wife 's room my first reaction was to push his wheel chair but I didn’t want to be rude so ask him if he wanted me to push him while I show him the direction to his wife 's room. When I was about to push his wheel chair the gentleman said,” you don’t have to do that, just show me the direction, and i’ll push myself.” I respected the gentleman 's wishes, and just showed him the direction to his wife 's room. Apparently, the gentleman didn’t want any help because he feels that he is capable to do it himself, and wanted to feel autonomous. Therefore, I respected his wish, and treated him just like anyone.
...e irate I told him that this wasn’t fair and that I had been waiting a long time. What I didn’t expect next with a blatant racial attack – he called me demeaning name and said that people like me were meant to wait. Needless to say that I was infuriated and responded by saying that this was inexcusable and that I would complain to his supervisor, to which he gave me a little push, suggesting that I should go right ahead. At that point I had had just about enough and so got into a physical fight with him. Thankfully the security personnel who then asked me what the matter separated us. I explained to them in no uncertain terms what had transpired and the management responded by firing him right there and then. I felt elated and yet saddened that there are people who still think like that even today. What will happen next in my life, I can’t say. Only time will tell.
We had stopped at McDonalds for lunch and on our way inside, I held the first door for my mother and a couple that were following us inside. The man walked right in and politely thanked me for holding the door, while the women just walked in without saying a word. My mother had gone on to hold the second door and again, the man walked right in, politely thanking her for holding the door. He continued inside to order his meal, but the women stopped before walking in and looked at my mother with a confused look on her face. She looked my mother right in the eyes and asked her if she was really holding the door open for her. My mother, wondering if she was joking or not, replied with a simple yes and a smile on her face. The woman got very angry and said she was not going to go walk inside if she was holding the door. With a smile still on her face, she played along with what she thought was a joke. She said that she was just going to stand there holding the door for her until she went inside. Completely angered, the woman finally walked inside insulting my mother for holding the door. That was the moment we understood that the woman was not joking. I feel that chivalry was missing in this experience when the man walked through, instead of offering to hold the door. Although it was polite of him to say thank you, he was not
The procedure of applying for your first job can be really frustrating but just remember to not give up and stay positive. Having a job is a big responsibility and isn’t as easy as it seems. There can be times where you feel like not wanting to go to work because youre tired or simply need a break and wish you could simply go back to the carefree life. Just follow these steps and you’ll be ahead of the game. Keep in mind that time tells all, so enjoy the road down to success.
My first job was at a grocery store I was excited of meeting new people, making friends, gaining experience, but most importantly was excited to earn my own money. My pay rate was nine ten and pay day was every Friday. The first day I worked was on a Sunday afternoon in which I worked a heavy eight hour shift from eight in the early morning to four in the calm afternoon. It was a very productive day I did many go-backs, the hourly
Receiving my first job was a huge milestone in life, as it is for any teen. The feeling was equivalent to learning how to tie a shoe and being picked first for kickball. It was basically a moment where I truly became aware that I was growing up, that “this was it” I was finally going to cut the ties and become my own provider. To prove myself and others, that I can handle the so called “Real World”. However, upon entering my first job, most teenagers were unaware the of the reasonability that came with it. It was pretty much treated like a last period class, “if you show up you pass” kind of deal. When in actuality, it was much more. Working as a ride operator at a local amusement park, Lake Winnie, many would assume that it would be the easiest
It was absolutely revolting. I learnt that he knew that I owned a Mark Cross suitcase because of a rumor. I forced that friend to go home right away. I need a plan. My fingers were jittery, my brain was a mess, all I could think about was how can I escape from this situation safely.
Two years ago, this happened in the summer. I decided to start looking for a job. I interviewed at many places that were hiring and I finally got a call from this vietnam restaurant. The owner of the resturant told me I was hired to be a delivery boy and a waiter there.
However, she chose to discuss the allegations with him while in my presence. Not expecting to participate in the confrontation, I was once again shocked, embarassed, and rattled because minutes before, unwanted advances were made for a second time by a man nearly old enough to be my grandfather. Immediately, he was fired and I was mortified and torn, feeling somehow partially responsible. Granted, I was a naive 16 year old girl, that grew up sheltered, not grasping the magnitude of what had occurred or the possible ramifications for the florist. Unfortunately, I was the victim of sexual harassment, which is the unwanted behavior in a sexual manner perpetuated on another individual (Ferrell, Fraesch, Ferrell, 2011). In order to prove sexual harassment, three criterial for a hostile work environment must be met. Those criteria are unwelcomed advances, it alters the conditions of employment, and a reasonable person would find the behavior offensive (Ferrell, et al, 2011). Not only did each of the criteria apply in my case, but I was also underage and according to the law could not consent
I chose to stay at McDonald for 8 months so I could get the experience I needed. Working at McDonald gave the opportunity to get experience on costumer service and working as a cashier.
That summer after school I just wanted to find a job and start making some money. Going to college for anther four year was something I thought I could not handle. I final got a job at UPS unloading trucks. At first I thought how hard could it be? But every day I would come home exhausted from working in the heat. And then when I got tiny pay check, it hit me. From then on I decided that manual labor was something that I could not do the rest of my life and I could definitely not support a family on that income. A job behind a desk in the air conditioning was what I wanted.
I could’ve just dialed 9-1-1, but I chose not too.(by the way, I do have temper issues.) I tried too stay calm and ask them politely, and I did. The smallest came on first, as I asked “who’s on my bridge?”. “Me, Billy Goat Gruff the third.” said the billy goat, then I asked” may I please have my food back?” I asked calmly.
It was a clothing store for children. I enjoyed the job I had in the beginning; all I did was open up boxes and place the clothes in the racks so the store associates could hang them up on the store racks. I enjoyed the job because I did not have to deal with the customers that came into the store. In addition, when viewing what I value in the workplace, I realized that I find intellectual stimulation, security, and economic rewards to be the most important values.