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Did your standard of "perfect" change depending on how hungry you were or how bad your stomachache was?My mom got me my first job when I was 16 working for her friend's small-scale, gourmet tea company. I sorted, labeled, and filled tea tins, and my favorite part, I did quality control for their tea chocolates. They were their version of Frangos infused with their teas. If the chocolate wasn't perfect, I got to eat it [emoji39]
It was one of the most confronting experiences I can ever remember, but I was so determined to force myself in to it.
My first job was weeding brush for my Grandmother, now after all these years struggling through college and unraveling the entire universe...guess what I still do to get pocket money!The first work I did for pay was to pull dandelions from the yard when I was a child.
My father told me he would pay me to do that.
I pulled the dandelions and he paid me.
The girls next door got excited and pulled dandelions from their yard and presented them
to their parents. They got nothing.
Having a contract is advisable.