FOR A BEAUTIFUL, HEALTHY SMILE
WHAT’S IN A JOB?
jobs stayed with me long after that. Working long hours for little pay is a humbling experience, and I have a lot of respect for anybody who does that. I know I can’t look at a burger or a gallon of milk without thinking about the effort that went into producing it. I’m glad to say that my own kids are keen to learn these lessons themselves. My oldest, Evie, is gainfully employed at a sandwich shop right now.That’s her in the background of the picture where Beth and I come in to embarrass her at work! Evie isn’t in fast food, but she’s in the service industry, and she’s working hard for her money. My second-oldest is 16 now, and she’s also thinking about getting a part-time job. I know the other kids are soon to follow in the next few years. I’m glad to know that the lessons of those jobs will stay with them, just as they’ve stayed with me. All the best,
And work I did. I got a job at a dairy, and nothing could really prepare me for the grit it demanded, from the early start to the tough work around animals, I was really out of my element. I’ve talked before about the respect I gained for my schoolmates while I worked in the dairy, many whom had grown up in agriculture. I ran myself into the ground on that job, and if hard work was all it took I think it would have worked out. But I didn’t have the experience in agriculture that my friends did. And when a job requires specific skills, hard work is only part of the equation. That job didn’t last very long, but the next one did. I found myself working at a Burger King in town, learning as much as I could about the service industry over the course of a year. Just like I’d gained new respect for farmers and dairyman in the first job, the Burger King gig gave me an appreciation for fast food and other service industry employees. I can’t say that I really loved flipping burgers, but it felt good to know that I was earning my own money fair and square. I stayed at the Burger King until I graduated high school.The lessons from my high school
I’m pretty sure everybody remembers their first real paycheck. I certainly do — and I certainly earned it! When I was 16 years old, my friends helped me get work in a dairy. As a military kid who’d moved a lot, I was used to hard work. I was also enterprising — mowing lawns, pulling weeds, and other odd jobs that paid a bit here and there. But, by the time we got to Fallen, Utah, I was ready to start working in earnest.
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