Every experience in our lives teaches us something and enriches us as writers. I believe if I did not have the experiences that I did…I would not be the person I am today. My first job was at Wendy’s and it was the summer I was sixteen.
I partied on the weekends with my boss and dated one of my coworkers. Because honestly, it’s just more convenient that way. Several episodes stand out from those three months, like the time I picked flies out of the pickles and served them anyway…hey they didn’t touch all of them! And some I can’t reveal because I may still get in trouble.
I hated her.
And my gift to her was a kid’s meal burger with more ketchup than meat…and one lonely pickle swimming in the middle.
This job ended with a mutual parting of ways between me and the regional manager. He was hot and like really old…24 if I recall. He told everyone I had a crush on him (which I did) but of course I had to deny it…loudly and to his face.
He may or may not have looked like K-Fed.
So my first job ended and with it came a valuable lesson…never flirt with hot fast food workers…their girlfriends may be making your burger. Or maybe it was never eat pickles? Whatever, you get the point.
What was your first job?