- The Perks? I was able to earn enough money to pay for Drill Team camp (uniforms, etc.), fabric for prom dresses (yes, polyester prom dresses), and furnish my first kitchen with plastic and tin items.
- The Perks? Uh, um. I like tomatoes.
My longest part-time job: I worked at Taco Bell throughout high school. It was a good job for a teenager, but I grew to hate it. I always smelled like ground beef and hot sauce. I did, though, learn customer service skills, how to count back change (why teens can’t do that today is shocking, but I digress), how to cook (OK, stop laughing). It was at Taco Bell, of all places, that I began to realize that a pretty girl can have advantages over those less pretty. I did learn that Taco Bell’s hot sauce could strip the tarnish off a penny if that penny is left in the hot sauce for more than one minute.
- The Perks? Food. Enough money (enough hours) that I could buy a car. And not to eat Taco Bell’s hot sauce… I learned that, too.
My first professional job: I once worked for General Electric. I worked at a couple of locations, but the last place– a sales office for electric motor parts– was probably the most “professional.” Other jobs had been secretarial, answering phones and typing letters. In the last job, I was an inside sales rep selling the motor parts. I found that if I sent creative fliers to my 50 or so customers when GE had sales on specific items, that the customers would buy those items, and they would buy them in bulk lots, spending thousands and thousands of dollars at a time. I won all sorts of inside sales awards– and small GE appliances.
- The Perks? The appliances, sure, but more than that: I learned that I was good at marketing and advertising. I learned much about both in that position.
My first concurrent job: While working for GE, I also worked on Christmas season at a photography studio in a mall. I was the “receptionist”/”salesforce” for the studio. The studio– OK, it was one guy with a camera and some umbrella lights– placed boxes around the mall with “submit your info and you could win free photographs!” signs on them. People filled out the cards hoping they would win. Guess what? They did. All of them did. My job was to call them all and tell them they’d won. What they won was one photograph (maybe 8×10), but once they were in the studio, we’d sell them all sorts of packages. It was slimy and sleazy.
- The Perks? I got to play around with a twin-lens camera and lights.
My first overseas job: I taught English conversation classes in my home, and one of my first students was a Japanese pop star. I had no idea who he was– that he was famous– as I’d only been in the country about a month. I also wouldn’t have ever recognized a Japanese pop star. Ever. He was just a guy who actually spoke English quite clearly. We talked about American music.
- The Perks? Free tickets to his very large concert in Tokyo, and the envy of many of my husband’s friends (who had known about the pop star for many years).
My most necessary job: When I decided to return to school, I was making $7 an hour as an administrative assistant, and I had a three-year old daughter. At $7 an hour, I could barely cover the cost of childcare so I could work. I quite the job and started cleaning houses. I made better money, and I could take my daughter with me if I could not find a babysitter. I could also work classes around my cleaning schedule. It was hard work. But I learned a very important lesson: I was not too good to be cleaning homes. I did not let pride get in the way of what we needed. It was honest work.
- The Perks? I kept my own schedule and did (or did not do) what I needed to do. I also got to see how people with a lot of expendable cash live their lives. Partly, that was a bit depressing, but mostly it was sad . . . possessions dominated their lives.
My most meaningful job: Working for and then ultimately directing the nonprofit organization, Write to Succeed, Inc., was the job that had the most personal significance to who I was and who I wanted to become. In these jobs, I was able to use my skills and talents and education in ways that had not been possible in many other positions. I was able to work with community organizations, schools, children, shelters, women . . . write grants, give presentations, write training guides, encourage volunteer involvement from many people. And this was a volunteer position.
- The Perks? Too many to mention; however, learning what I can do if left to my own imagination was amazing.
My next job: Assistant Professor of English. It amazing to me the progression through these few (and so many other) jobs. It’s been a journey. I have learned much. I can’t wait to see how I’ll be able to use my diverse skills in this new position, in this new place. For one day–or one shift–I worked in a greenhouse pulling growth shoots off tomato plants. I was in high school. It wasn’t a bad job, but it wasn’t too terribly interesting or challenging. However, I never remembered which was a “shoot” that would stifle tomato growth or which was the “branch” that would eventually grow a tomato, and for that one shift I pruned the wrong part of the plant. Maybe it was more challenging that I gave it credit for.