As a child, the primary thing I looked forward to about getting a job was having my own money. It would be great to make friends and prepare for adulthood, but being able to spend without restriction was most important to me. Begging my parents for spending money got old fast because they frequently said no.
So, as soon as I turned sixteen and could get a job, I did. I’d always wanted to work in a bookstore. As a voracious reader, it seemed like the perfect place for me. So, imagine my delight when I landed a job at my local bookstore! My first day on the job was both exciting and nerve-wracking. I was so excited to finally be working in a place that I loved, but I was also nervous about screwing up.
Fortunately, my first day went off without a hitch. I’d been trained well and knew what I was doing. Plus, my co-workers were all incredibly nice and helpful. By the end of my shift, I felt like I’d been working there for years.
Since that first day, I’ve had many other jobs, but none of them have compared to that first one. Working in a bookstore was exactly what I’d always wanted and it remains one of my fondest memories.
I would always tell my parents how different things would be when I had money of my own, how I would never ask them for anything, and so on. This wasn’t entirely true, but at the time it seemed like a smart thing to say. I must’ve applied to dozens of jobs before finally getting an email telling me that I needed to come down for an interview.
I remember the day of the interview vividly. I woke up early, took a long shower, and made sure that I looked presentable. I arrived at the address that was written in the email about fifteen minutes early, and sat in my car waiting for someone to come out and greet me. After a few minutes passed, I began to feel nervous. What if they didn’t like me? What if I said something wrong? These thoughts raced through my head until finally, the door opened and a woman walked out.
She introduced herself as the manager of the store and told me to follow her inside. We sat down in her office and she began to ask me questions about myself and why I wanted the job. I did my best to answer all of her questions truthfully and confidently, and after what felt like forever, she told me that I had the job. I couldn’t believe it!
After we finished talking, she took me on a tour of the store and introduced me to some of the other employees. Everyone was so friendly, and I instantly felt like I belonged there. The manager showed me where I would be working and what my duties would be, and before I knew it, my first day was over.
I walked out of that store feeling proud of myself. I had done it! I had gotten a job completely on my own and was about to start earning my own money. It was a great feeling, one that I would never forget.
Even though it was only a seasonal job, I was excited to finally have my own money. After the interview and all the necessary paperwork, I was ready for my first day at Things Remembered. Nervously approaching the store, I hoped to make a good impression. The store lights were bright, which made the displays pop under the halogen ceiling lights.
As I walked in, the first thing I noticed was the smell. It was a mix of things- new leather, fabric, and perfume. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell, but it was definitely different from anything I’d experienced before.
I found my way to the back of the store, where the office was located. My manager, Jill, was sitting at her desk, typing away on her computer. She looked up as I approached and greeted me with a smile. After a brief conversation, she showed me around the store and introduced me to the other employees. Everyone seemed really nice, and I began to feel more at ease.
The rest of the day flew by, and before I knew it, it was time to go home. I was tired, but I felt good. I’d had a successful first day at work, and I was looking forward to the next one.
The store was jammed with signs, and they were so numerous that it appeared as if the shop was attempting to scream out, “Hey you! That jewelry box is free when you make a purchase. So buy something! “Water globes were strewn throughout the entire right side of the shop; from smiling cats to a snowman whose head was a water globe, there were plenty of them.
Even the employees seemed to be selected for the season, all of them having some article of clothing that was red and green or had snowflakes on it. I was soon to learn that these were the “Christmas Elves”.
I remember my first day at Work like it was yesterday. It was the day after Thanksgiving and the store was already decorated for Christmas. I had been hired as a temporary worker to help with the holiday rush and, as such, I was placed on the sales floor. My job was simple enough; stand near a certain section of the store and make sure that no one walked off with anything without paying for it. It didn’t seem like it would be too difficult, but I soon learned that it was.
The store was always crowded and people were always moving. It was hard to keep track of everyone and, more than once, I had to chase someone down who had taken something without paying for it. The other employees were no help either; they were too busy with their own sections of the store to worry about mine. I soon began to feel like I was the only one doing any work in the entire store.
But, despite all of the chaos, I loved my job. I loved the feeling of being surrounded by so many people and so much activity. And I loved the fact that, even though it was only temporary, I felt like I was part of something larger; something important. That Christmas was one of the best ones I’ve ever had and, even though I no longer work at that store, I always look back on that time with fond memories.