Monday, May 24, 2010

My First Job





When I turned 16 my dad started asking me about getting a job. I put him off for as long as I could but the man was persistent. I wracked my brain trying to figure out where to work. I didn't want to work in my hometown, because, someone might see me. I didn't want to work at the mall, because I thought it might ruin it for me. Then it hit me.  Marc's.

If you are from Northeast Ohio, you know Marc's very well. I always liked to refer to it as the greatest garage sale on Earth.

I proudly got my first job at the Marc's in Middleburg Heights. In fact, Marc's mom was my boss.  I always loved the store and it seemed like all the cool kids worked there. And you could get cookies in a box in Korean.

Dad was not happy. I think he thought I was going to get a job around the corner at Convenient or maybe Drug Mart, not 30 minutes away. But I didn't care. Working at Marc's was a blast. Even though I had to wear white pants and a navy blue polyester smock. White pants.

I loved the people that I worked with. The day shift was filled with grumpy old ladies and the night shift was full of rowdy high school kids.  My first manager was a rocker chick taking day classes at Tri-C. She had big hair and wore Z Cavariccis every day.

I miss the days of loving everyone you work with, and even if you didn't love them, it didn't matter because your shift was over in an hour.

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