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The Lesson I Learned When I Was Fired for the First Time vs. When I Quit for the First Time
and how they’re the same
My very first “job” was as a summer park counselor for my city.
However, for the sake of this lesson sharing, I’m not going to count it as an actual job because all I did was get paid $6/hr to spend a few hours at a playground that was a two-minute walk from my house, where I would read a book under a tree, do arts and crafts projects with toddlers, eat a free lunch and walk home to continue with my summer break.
It was the easiest job I’ve ever held though for this reason, I’m not going to say it counts since in the time I worked there I didn’t learn what it meant for someone to be in charge of me and to take orders or hold a responsibility, this came with my next job.
Being the obvious craft lover that I was from that first job it was only reasonable that my first “real” job would be at a large chain craft store. It was located nowhere near my house and forced my dad to drive me to and from work as there was no public transportation available to the part of the highway where it was located. And since I was still not yet 16 I didn’t have the opportunity of having a car to get myself there just yet.
