Crashed-Out Christmas Help

So, what was your first job? As the holiday season gets into full swing, I am reminded of my very first minimum wage position at Miller’s Outpost in Moreno Valley, CA.  I think I had just turned 16, so it was December of 1988.  I spent Christmas selling acid-washed jeans, studded denim jackets and pleather (that’s not a typo – plastic leather) white boots to people who used too much Aquanet. This, of course, included myself. Because Miller’s Outpost was like, totally the awesomest place to shop for clothes in all of Moreno Valley!

It was a real accomplishment when I moved onward and upward to become a hostess at Chili’s.

Well, you can see that Cormac is steeling himself early for the minimum wage work world. It won’t be long before these kids are going to be expected to earn their keep. I see a position at a shoe store in his future.

Preparing for the world of work.

On the other hand, his boss may not like it if he falls asleep while fitting the patrons. This could cut into his Christmas money.

Maybe he can be a cashier, instead?

Also, we may have to work on separating from the blankie.

Come to think of it, there may have been days, throughout my career, when I’d have done better with a security blanket to help me out. That and a nap, of course. Maybe Cormac is onto something? They’ll introduce it in Europe and it’ll become the new standard for healthy work-life balance.

For now, I guess we should just concentrate on getting him to keep his nose out of the shoes.

 

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