My work career started shortly after I received my driver’s license. At the time, I was still getting an allowance, though I don’t remember the exact amount. I imagine it was about $20 per week because when my dad asked me to find a job, I was content with doing the exact opposite and not trying at all. They also provided me with a Mobile Speedpass, so I could gas up my 1992 black Dodge Daytona hatchback with sunroof, power windows, and power seating.
After about 2-3 weeks of stalling and fabricating excuses for not finding a job, my dad walked down to the basement, where I was watching TV, and bluntly told me, “You better find a job because I’m cutting you off.” Then, he just turned around and walked away before I could give even respond or complain. And that pivotal moment forced me to join the workforce. (Please note that even though my parents stopped my allowance, they still paid for the gasoline, which cost about $1.10 per gallon at the time.)
From the time I was 16 through the age of 21, when I graduated college, I had 9 part-time jobs. I worked at Home Bakery, BD’s Mongolian Barbecue, Steve & Barry’s, Michigan Book & Supply, Michigan Telefund, U of M Recsports, Godiva, the Michigan Daily, and Ann Arbor Learning Community. Keep in mind, this was all in addition to my freelance work as a test participant for the Psychology department. I couldn’t stay away from the $10/hour and the bonus money for doing really well on their tests.
There was a very lucrative pain study, which I didn’t have the courage to complete. Basically they were going to pay me $1000 for a four part test. I’d get some kind of brain scam—CT, PET, etc. I’m not really sure which one, but they’d pay me $250 for it. I would return so they could wire me up, and then inject my jaw with saline. This was another $250. They’d scan my brain once more for another $250. I think the last part was some sort of evaluation, for which they’d pay my last $250. Even though they told us that people who’d previously done the study didn’t think the pain was that bad, the prospect of injecting my jaw with saline just wasn’t that appealing.
After college, I worked for Target Corporation in
While I was still in that city that I no longer wish to name, I made the decision to move to the Philippines for four months from December-April. My uncle had just opened his own ad agency, and he told me I could intern. Obviously, I jumped at this opportunity. Why wouldn’t I want to return to The Island for four months, see my family, eat tons of delicious food, and get some work experience? It was a no-brainer.
Though I wanted to stay longer, I had to return home. The GF was waiting for me (I think), and my mother called me about five times during my last two weeks to make sure I was still coming home. She knew I was having the time of my life and was scared I wouldn’t come back.
After searching for jobs at home and making a one week excursion to NY to look for jobs, I realized that moving to NYC would be my best bet to find a job. So, to my parents’ and friends’ complete surprise, I decided I was moving to NY. I packed up two suitcases and moved within two weeks of my decision. I eventually found a job at DRAFTFCB.
Everything about working here has been great so far. I don’t think about looking for a new job that often. Money could definitely be better elsewhere, but I feel good about staying here long enough so I can put something on my resume that I don’t have a BS excuse prepared for when an interviewer asks why I was at a job for such a short period of time.
Hopefully, I don’t jinx myself and get fired next week. I would at least love to make it to 2007.