My first work experience was like most young girls — babysitting. It didn't last long though, I wasn't mature enough.
My first actual paycheck job was at a "gourmet" sandwich shop. The owner only hired teenagers because she liked cheap labor and to be in control. My two big memories from that job are:
1) My friend Maureen did something nasty to my step-mother's lunch when she and my dad came in one day. (I found out after it went out, and that woman totally deserved it.)
2) The owner told us that customers were complaining that we were doing the garnish on the daily soup wrong. I quit soon after that because it was a clear indication of how much of a scary control freak she was–to lie like that so we would do things exactly the way she wanted.
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