I work...therefore I AM

So my first job didn't work out, but it DID teach me a little responsibility like my parents thought it would. I learned punctuality is a must, I learned that sleep is a must, and most importantly I learned that you can't get away with anything when a only a two-sided window separates you from your manager.

I was a good employee though not to give ya'll the wrong idea. It was just that one little mishap. And I learned quick. But I'm like that though. I like to try things one time to see if I can get away with it. If I get away with it-which never happens-I'll see how far I'll go the next time, and if I don't God makes SURE I'm bombarded with a series of consequences that remind me never to cross the line again. Even growing up my parents would tell me that it just took one spanking to set me back on track...that I learned quick. lol. And so far that's still true.

I did my duties well while I was there. I was sad to leave the laid-back ambiance. I wouldn't know how much I would miss it until I started working for the theatre, job #2. I would ask you to wish me luck, but it IS a little too late seeing as how it's been four years already.

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My first job was basically a hook-up from my grandpa. He worked for Symetry Corporation in Pflugerville making wood furniture for other businesses. I was fifteen and my parents thought it would be a good way to learn responsibility. Pfff!

My official title at Symetry was Receptionist and my job description entailed answering the telephones and filing. That's it! The only problem was that the job was during the summer, and the shifts started at 6 a.m. Yeah, I know...what was I thinking??!! Needless to stay, staying awake prooved to be a harder task than the ones listed under my job description.

My manager's office was behind me seperated by a HUGE one-sided window where she could see me, but I couldn't see her. I would fold my arms so that it looked like I was awake from the backside, but in reality I was sound asleep (especially for the first couple of hours every day). One day I was caught though. I was awakened by my manager pounding the glass behind me, I turned around to see what the noise was, and then turned around again only to be confronted by what looked like a very beligerent customer. I only got a verbal warning. Fair enough.

What was wierd though was a couple of weeks later the manager called me in to her office. She told me that she had to "let me go" because an employee that worked there was on parole and his terms were that he could not be within so many feet of girls under 17 (okay?). I argued it a little like, "Why don't they fire him instead?" She said it was illegal to fire someone on those terms after they've been hired or something to that effect. So sadly that was my last day. boo. I got over it though.

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I've worked so much; I've worked in so many fields-so to speak; and I've worked with many-many different kinds of people; therefore I know this blog is going to be successful over all my other blogs. pfffff!

I realize I have 6 years worth of working experience that I need to catch you up on, so I will try to make the subsequent blogs as trite and truthful as possible so that I can talk about what I really want to talk about...and that is the State Job I have currently.

Until next time amigos.

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