My First JobA Story by DonnaA short story about my very first job.When I was 14 years old, I decided to get a part time job so I could save some money. I was hired at A & W Rootbeer, fast food. I liked it. I learned to cook on the grill, and I was also cashier. It was a lot of fun. I only worked two days a week from 4-8pm. Since I was only 14, I didn't drive yet, so my Dad would take me and pick me up. We got busy at dinner time. The old cash register didn't tell me how much change to give back to the customer, I had to figure it out, then count it back to them. That was hard for me, but I did it. I had been there about a year, when one evening I was getting ready to go home, so I had to re-fill everything. I went to the back and got a big 6 pound can of hot fudge. I got the can opener to open it. I turned and turned, but the two ends were stuck. I pushed it with my hand and the lid came up and cut my wrist. Blood was coming out of my wrist, and I cut through to my pulse, so the blood was squirting everywhere. My boss wrapped it up and called an ambulance. At the hospital, the gave me stitches. It hurt so bad. That was the last day I worked there. All these years later, I still have a scar on my wrist. When people see it they ask, "Did you try to kill yourself?" Then I tell them the story. Some believe me, but some don't. That was my first experience at working. © 2018 DonnaReviews
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4 Reviews Added on May 25, 2018 Last Updated on July 7, 2018 AuthorDonnaSan Jose, CAAboutHi, I am Donna from San Jose California. I enjoy reading and writing. If you do stop by and take the time to read some of my poems/Stories, please leave a review or comment. I would appreciate it, a.. more..Writing
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