Secure the bag (a repost)

I found an old photo of me from many moons ago. I'm talking acid washed jeans, big glasses, big hair - the whole 9 yards. It's just a casual shot - me and a friend chilling on the couch (uh, no I don't plan to post it LOL) - but it got me thinking about yester-year or days of old (sheesh, that sounds kinda knightly)...You know, those days when your biggest worries included "are the quarter pounder combos on sale this week? Is HE going to ask me out? For Prom??" (HE didn't but I went to prom anyway and had a BLAST!)

This is also about the time I got my first taste of adulthood - A JOB! A real one! Like actually doing things for someone other than my parents and grandparents in order to maintain my allowance (yes, I was one of those kids). Employee ID, Clock-In/Out, an actual check - shoot couldn't tell me nothing. I was a working WOMAN after all (okay so a working TEEN but still, LOL)

Guess where I worked? No, go ahead I'll wait...

Time's up! My first job was working in an ice cream parlor! Talk about excited when I got the call...I mean it was ICE CREAM for Pete's sake (why do we say that and who the heck is PETE?) Best summer job ever! I put on my snazzy uniform, visor and employee badge and strut my stuff into the ice cream shop. Butter Pecan (my fave), chocolate, strawberry, pistachio (not a fan) - scoop after scoop. Single scoops, double scoops...sugar cones, cake cones, I even made WAFFLE CONES...sundaes, whip cream, caramel, chocolate sauce...AMAZING!! I mean it was - until I developed a wrist injury - repetitive motion injury from the constant scooping of frozen goodness. Even so I still enjoyed it so much. Free ice cream and a discount on the restaurant side of the parlor - all that AND they paid me!

So tell me, what was your first job? Fast Food? Movie Theater? If it's something illegal or X-rated or both - don't put it in the comments. Send me an email instead LOL

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