When I look back on the memories of my very first job, many of them are pleasant. I was fifteen years old and I was ready for a job, at least I thought I was. There was only one problem, most employers were looking for people to hire with experience. Unfortunately, the only experience I had was babysitting and cleaning. After many failed attempts of getting a job, I decided I was going to try one more place, El Sol Mexican Restaurant. A few days later, I had come to the conclusion that I was just not employee material. To my surprise I got a phone call from the manager of El Sol, he wanted to schedule an interview with me! My nerves kept building until I felt like I was going to throw up, then it came time for the interview. Steve, the manger, asked me many odd questions that I was not prepared for. I was sure I had blown my only chance at getting a job. The interview ended and Steve offered me the job right after the interview and he wanted me to start as soon as possible. I couldn't believe it!!
Day one of work I was more nervous then I was for the interview. I walked in all dressed and ready for my first day. I was being trained as a hostess, and then later would be trained as a waitress. I had no idea that people could be so demeaningly rude! With in one day of work I learned that people do not like to wait for food, and when people are hungry they are grumpy and inpatient. Training ended and after a few months I got trained as a waitress. My first day of waitressing consisted of spilling a Diet Coke all over an old man, messing up a few of my orders, and crying all the way home. As I started to get the hang of things, I really liked waitressing. There were some days when I wanted to hang up my apron and walk away, but those were few compared to the good days I had. I felt on top of the world coming home with a bundle of money in my pocket. If I could make this good of money every day then waitressing was worth it.
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