Do you know what it feels like to buy everything on your own? Have you ever craved independence? Do you ever get the satisfaction of depending on yourself? I know I do. When I got my first job, I was so ecstatic that I was gaining independence and making my own money. I figured that I wouldn’t have to ask anyone for anything anymore. I can finally get whatever I want, when I want it. I figured that using my own money will put an end to others putting a feather in their caps for every favor I may ask of them. It was April 21st, 2017, I was sitting in the chair at Bob Evans, anxious as could be. Often twiddling my thumbs, checking the time, and tapping my long, fresh set of nails onto the table, I waited on the manager to come interview me. …show more content…
Not because I wasn’t doing well at the given tasks, but because I had insomnia for the past three days, and didn’t have an appetite for two days. The physical work on my body slowly but surely took a toll on me. The constant standing on your feet and running back and forth between seating the guest and preparing the carryout food, drained me. On top of that, the weekly pay didn’t start until three whole weeks after your start day. The words “ You’ll get your first check in about three weeks” hit me like a ton of bricks. I was highly disappointed in myself that for another three weeks, I still had to depend on my family. It was like a slap in the face to me. I gain an ounce of independence and just like that, It’s put on hold for three …show more content…
I can honestly say that this day, I worked the hardest I ever had at this job. I was the only one in the host section that day. Constantly ripping and running through Bob Evans, I was bussing tables; seating guests; sweeping the floors; preparing food for carryout; cashing out customers; taking carryouts in person and over the phone. I felt like Super Nanny in a sense. It felt very overwhelming but very satisfying at the same time. Maybe a couple hours after my ripping and running throughout of Bob Evans, we finally settled down and there was no rush anymore. I finished out all of my outs that I had to do before I can clock out. I went to the back and my manager called me over, handing me an envelope with my name on it. I was so eager to open it, that I didn’t even wait to get home. I opened the envelope, and there sitting in its glory, was my first paycheck. My very first paycheck as an independent teenager. I couldn’t believe how much money was written on that paper check. This was my big break in so many ways. My parents could not say no to anything. They could no longer dictate my spending, my food choice or anything. They no longer had to taxi me anywhere. I finally was able to live on the money I