This is nothing extra special. I didn't have anything else recent to blog about hence, I am going back to "memory lane".
I love to work. I started working at an early age of 12 or 13. I am not going to mention the name of the company, because it still exists and I don't want them to get in trouble for hiring a minor. It was my choice anyway. I was still in in grade school then, but I was already doing summer jobs for two months. I did it every summer until I turned 17. I could remember very well, I was earning 273 pesos per week then. Of course, the pay also went up every summer. But the pay was not the most important for me at that time. It helped tidy up the family expenses, but the most important for me was the work. I was so proud of it, because I was working for people whose names are always appearing in newspapers and magazines. I also loved the feeling of being around adult environment. I savored the days when I could see the owner of the company I was working for in her "Do" and " working attire". Or the watching the real employees either working or wandering from table to table to say a word or two to other colleagues. I felt like I was also someone important in that world.
When I turned 18, i started working for a fastfood chain as Management Trainee. That experience was really difficult. I lasted three months in that job and then I moved on to work at a Governement Corporation for more than five years. At this time, I was combining work, studies and night life. But I enjoyed it. That part of my life was really great. It was not so much as just fun but I felt like I achieved something. But then again, that's for another blog entry.
Posted by missP at May 4, 2004 10:55 AM