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Way Back Wednesday

How did I think I could be wordless on Wednesday when the house is empty. Silly me. Have you noticed my blog is out my outlet for lack of human contact…a small downside of working from home.

Anyway as I was reading one of the blogs I follow I see this Way Back Wednesday theme and thought it sounded fun.

The topic of the day was your first job?

I started thinking…which job was really my first. Does babysitting count. I had 2 regular after-school babysitting jobs before I could legally work. Or was it data entry for a hotel putting in all the client info…you know those registration cards you would fill out before everything was online. Yep I sat there and typed in card after card for a hotel.

But to be fair I would say my first real true that carried me through all of high-school was working at the local ice cream/bakery/sandwich shop. I grew up in this small little beach town. It was a great place to grow-up. So spoiled. We had the beach, we had the river, everyone pretty much knew everyone (that can be good and bad :)), it was the kind of place where the streets rolled up at 6pm. And here I was working in one of 2 ice cream shoppes on the beach.

They hired pretty much all high-school girls. So every night there would be 2-3 girls working. It was busy from 3-6 and then again at like 8-10 when we closed.  So between 6-8 we would sit back on the cooler and doing our homework. Sometimes when we would get bored we would play taste test games with the ice cream…making up all different combos. It didn’t take long till my favorite treat was vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles on a cake cone….that was after trying every ice cream and cookie in the store (thank goodness for crazy swim team practices!)

I remember when my mom would pick me up I would always have to have a treat in hand. As otherwise she would have to drive home 20min with me the “waffle cone scented” teenager. Could you imagine the torture. I always smelled sweet.

The job got even sweeter when this incredible high-end restaurant opened up across the street and a group of surfers I knew started working their. So the swap began. We would trade ice cream for dinner. And the food was delicious. Mahi-mahi, lobster pasta….so worth a milkshake!

So I couldn’t have had a better job..loved my co-workers. Loved my hours. Got to get homework done. Friends would always come visit and keep me company on those really slow nights. Everyone is always happy when getting ice cream so other than a few complaints on the size of the cone…either to big or to small everyone was all smiles!