Vital Care PT - July 2019


JULY 2019


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Vital Care Patients ENTER TO WIN Find the misspelled word in this newsletter and call 623-544-0300 for your chance to win a $10 GIFT CARD! CALL 623-544-0300 illegal at the time (and definitely is now!), but it was an experience I won’t soon forget. My neighbors had a printing press in their garage where they made Arizona-themed T-shirts to sell at swap meets on the weekends. I’d go Few experiences influence our lives as much as the first jobs we had. In fact, I’d be surprised to hear if anyone, regardless of age or background, didn’t remember their first day on the job. For some, a first job means babysitting your younger sister while your mom is running errands. For others, a first job means nervously opening the doors to a local establishment and learning the nuances of working under a supervisor, collaborating with coworkers, and discovering what taxes are for the first time ever! Growing up, I dabbled in a little bit of both. I had my first technical work shift when I was 9. Employing a kid that young was likely considered

to the “Park and Swap” with them and spend the afternoon helping them fold T-shirts in their booth. At the end of the

day, they’d throw a $10 bill my way, and I’d skip home as happy as could be with that cash burning a hole in my pocket. The following year, I made quite a name for myself in the babysitting

in the back, bagging people’s groceries, loading the ice bags in the freezing cold freezer, and gathering carts out in the hot parking lot. I also worked for several

arena. Oddly enough, since I was tall (I’m 5 feet 11inches now), several parents thought I was older than I was when they put their kids in my care. In fact, it wasn’t until I’d been watching their kids for several months that they finally learned I was only age 10 and not 13-years-old! While the babysitting business was lucrative, I picked up another job the two summers before I turned 16 at a pottery warehouse. Since I still wasn’t technically old enough to work at the time, I was paid cash for all those long, hot hours with no air conditioning. I spent many hours glazing pottery and putting together cactus arrangements that would later be sold at fancy resorts in the area. I will never forget working in the warehouse during the days in June of 1990 when it hit a record-breaking 122 degrees F here in Arizona. To this day, even the thought of that old warehouse makes me perspire! Learning how to work early on in physically taxing environments helped me deal with later, more legitimate work. Once I was the legal working age of 16, I worked as a bagger at a local grocery store where I was responsible for spraying down the greesy, smelly butcher’s area

years as a restaurant server, a customer service representative at Arizona Republic, a certified aerobics instructor, a physical therapy technician, and as the “beer cart girl” at a golf course while I was going to college. While all of these jobs were extremely different, they all taught me the value of hard work and personal independence, the significance of succeeding in the customer service industry, and — most importantly — the power of being kind to those who are providing you a service. Whether I’m standing in line to buy groceries, calling a customer service helpline, or going out to dinner with my husband, I make an effort to share some kindness and positivity with the employees doing all the dirty work. I spent the better part of my life in their shoes, and I remember how difficult it was to maintain a professional smile when a customer ignored or openly berated you for something completely out of your control. So, the next time you’re out on the town, be sure to shower the employees you encounter with an extra dose of patience and happiness. I can guarantee they’ll be thankful for it! –Andrea McWhorter

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