There’s a twitter hashtag doing the rounds of late – #lastsevenjobs. Well, there’s also one #firstsevenjobs.
Now if you’ve only had 7 jobs in your whole entire life, so far, then it’s easy. If you’ve had more then it’s a bit trickier on account of having to decide which one perspective paints the more intelligent (replace word with appropriate adjective) picture of yourself.
My #firstsevenjobs were:
- Clothing store sales lady – I wasn’t terribly good at this. I dreaded approaching people and asking “Hi, can I help you?” Needless to say I didn’t do this for very long.
- Appointment maker for insurance salesman – I didn’t enjoy this one at all; I think I successfully got appointments for 10% of the people I called.
- Cashier at a clothing store – I enjoyed this one and I was good at it! I was the fastest and most accurate cashier. My till regularly took the most earnings and balanced every time. I was eventually moved to the main cash desk and loved the busyness.
- Floor manager of the same clothing store – I felt rather important here, it was a promotion you see. I carried the all important key to override transactions and stuff at the tills and got called to deal with unhappy customers. It was boring though! Standing around waiting to be called to sort out some issue was not what I wanted to do. I wanted to go back to being a cashier.
- Call centre agent selling life insurance to the 55 to 75 year old market – Oh I didn’t like this one at all. I hated selling! I hated selling insurance! I hated selling insurance to the 55 to 75 year old market! I felt so bad taking their money. I didn’t feel it was ethical at all.
- Call centre bureau team leader – I loved this one! I got to manage people, my first sniff at this and enjoyed it tremendously.
- Quote provider to cement distributors – brrrrr! I didn’t like this one, it was boring administrative work and I left after 1 month! Cement wasn’t exciting at all.
Jobs 1 to 4 were part time ones when I was a student. The other 3 were my stepping stones into the permanent job market. They were jobs and I was happy to have them. I still lived at home with my folks and didn’t earn a lot.
They all taught me something about what I wanted. None of them were too small or unimportant. My salaries, small as they were, were well earned.
They didn’t buy me luxuries and I’m grateful for them all.
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Come summer time dad would make a list of big jobs like painting the garage, tilling the garden, mowing the lawn or trimming the trees. Each of us would submit bids on these jobs and the lowest bidder would win. I would always bid low because I wanted the jobs and if you’re 10 years old and getting paid $2 a week, $30 to paint the garage is big money. My sister would bid ridiculously high so she didn’t have to do any of them and my brother usually picked up the jobs I didn’t want, but actually got paid a fair amount. Dad was good at using incentives. The company had a big contract with an aircraft manufacturer sealing their aircraft insulation. Most of the parts were rectangular, but parts used in the lavatory or the cockpit were fairly complex. I was in charge of those parts and inspecting the parts made by the other employees.
Those are some interesting jobs 🙂