I worked a variety of jobs while I was in high school.
My first exposure to the workforce was washing dishes in a kitchen at a large retirement facility.
We handled the food for two dining rooms. One dining room was for the residents in the nursing home building while the other dining room for the residents in the independent living apartments in a different building. It was tough work, especially since our bosses always understaffed us on holidays when it was the busiest. I don’t know how I didn’t crack mentally under the pressure they put me under at that age, but I guess I was just resilient. My next job wasn’t any better, despite what one might initially assume. It’s easy to expect a job at a library to be easy, with boredom being the only downside. But my job at the local library was brutal. I was stacking books for hours everyday and I never heard anything but scorn from my supervisors. The worst part was the library’s inconsistent heating and cooling system. During the summer the air conditioning would go on and off at random moments, causing all of us to sweat on books while we were putting them back on shelves. The worst part was the winter when I had to work with heat inside the library. The furnace died during the second week of December and the management never bothered to replace it. We had to wear heavy clothing to work everyday and we were still shivering for our entire shifts. I quit in February after I couldn’t take it any longer.