You know, I don't normally do these challenges because I usually have enough to write about, but this one caught my interest.
My first job. Hmmm. There is the first job I loved and the first one I hated. The first one that I loved was babysitting for the C. family way back when I was in high school. Mrs. C. was a teacher who taught at the Catholic grade school where all of us kids attended, and where my dad was the custodian. Actually, he was much more than a custodian, but this is my job description, not his.
The C. family had a new baby girl, their first child, and needed a babysitter for the day of a funeral. Mrs. C. asked my dad if he could recommend someone, and he recommended me. It was really a good fit and soon Mrs. C. was asking my folks if I could go to Canada with them for two weeks as a their nanny. I would board with the other employees at the lodge they were going to stay at. I went and had a ball. Babysitting their little one was a little boring, but she was no trouble at all. I was sixteen at the time and was staying with college students who worked at the lodge during the summer. Of course, babysitting at that time was really low paying, but the C's were great to sit for. I have the distinction of coaxing their Siamese cat, Kinky to eat again after she ate one of little C's socks. They also gave me the nickname of Anni the Nanny. I would continue to babysit their family until I started college.
The other first job I had, the one that actually paid me and for which I had to show up on time, was at the aforesaid Catholic church where my dad was also the custodian. I was not fond of the pastor, and in fact lived in fear that he would yell at me. It was my duty to answer the phones, take money from parishioners requesting masses, type the Sunday bulletin on a mimeo sheet and run it off in the morning. I also had to set the evening meal out on days I worked after school. It was boring, extremely low paying and I was not upset to leave for a real job after a year.
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