I didn’t get a job until college. I worked at a major department store in a shoe department. I didn’t have an official uniform (though I really wanted one). I wore a black shirt and khaki pants (the one pair of khaki pants I owned, over and over again) and a name badge.
It wasn’t the most glamorous of jobs, but I enjoyed it. I worked usually on weekends, but sometimes, I worked during the day, or when my undergraduate classes were later that evening.
Through my work, I met lots of people.
I met women with children, who warned me about how challenging it is to be a woman with children. “Wait!” Your life will change for the worse!”
I met children of elderly people who warned me that their elderly parents were “worse than children.”
I met men who wore construction Red Wing Boots and asked me, “How old are you, again?” throughout their sale transactions.
I met women who refused to wear size 7 1/2 shoes if their “real” size was 7.”This 7 1/2 fits, but I wear a size 7, so I just can’t buy this.”
It was an interesting job. I didn’t make much, but since I was paid on commission, I did have to work for my money. I did learn to be persuasive and a “people’s person” (whatever that means).
I was a shoe seller, a darn good shoe seller.
What was your first job? What life lessons, if any, did it teach you?