Maybe I'm just having a fit of nostalgia, but this week I had the most vivid flashbacks about my first official job, the one with a printed paycheck, the timeclock, and an expectation of ironed clothes. I was a sales clerk at a fussy department store; I was sixteen, and all the women who worked in my area were over fifty and very, very serious about selling clothes. This might have had something to do with the low wages, the commission, and the 'hole' one accumulated if you didn't make your sales quota. Anyway, I learned to appreciate their naked ambition and clever strategizing, their refined manners and subtle perfumes. It was a good, if unsentimental, education.
Do tell, ladies, what was your first real-life job? What was it like? What did you learn from it? Did anything mortifying happen?!