I’ve been in a few jobs during my short life, my first job was at a themepark, followed by a chainstore chicken shop known for it’s tongue-in -cheek ads (you can probably guess which one).
Like anywhere, jobs have heirachies. I started out as the plate and sauce cleaner.
And like many others, I was, at first- ecstatic about my job.
But before long the terrors of my choice became clear. My lord, the spices in that sauce mix were something else. The combination of steam and chilli made your eyes water and if you rubbed your eyes, you’d be screwed.
All of this combined with the searing heat of the industrial tap, hissing at you in burts of 2minutes at a time, did not make for a good time.
You can guess why I soon left that job, looking towards greener pastures. My next job landed me with the company I currently work for, however this time there was no devil sauce or hissing faucets. This time there was hotdog juice and cinnamon sugar. I got to interact with customers more too, and being a naturally happy person – the supervisors of the next themepark down the road saw the potential of such a cheery disposition suited to a better department.
And so, shortly after, I secured my current job in sales. My managers are adamant to hold onto me this time. Constantly placing me on Vendors – a kind of self run retail cart which I love, because it gives me the freedom to do my own thing.
Being one of the happiest people in the park(besides the kids) I also get asked to work special events- such as my last one….
Some might say that my job could be better, I could be paid more or do something degree related. But for me, I love my job, I love doing something unconventional and different. I do know that in my eyes, my job is the best in the world.
Have a great week!