Friday, December 3, 2010

My first job!


No mater how old I get I always get exited about starting a new job .The night before I usually can’t sleep and my first day I am tired as hell! Life in Manotic was remenistic of when I was a kid on the farm. My Dad’s drinking hadn’t changed much or his behaviour when he drank. My parents actually went back to having a few chicken for eggs and a garden. I think I was 15 now and I had made my decision it was time for me to “run away” . Rehal had run away since he was 10 , Francine had left when she was 16, and Carole had run away when she was 13 and many times after. It was now my turn. I started looking for a job and got one soon after I began my search. I was to be a dishwasher at a Kentucky restaurant on Spark street. It wasn’t really my first job because I used to work canvassing for paper delivery run when I lived on Lyon Street. For a while my Dad gave me rides to work and soon I had my first pay. I was making $2.00 and hour and feeling like I was making millions. Before I even had my first pay my Dad was already telling me that he wanted me to give it to him the day I get it . He wasn’t asking me to pay rent , he was asking me for the whole pay. “Big mistake” I thought to myself since I was already contemplating moving into the city someday. He just moved the schedule up for me. I started looking for a place and quickly found one about 2 miles from my work. My rent was $50.00/mnth. I paid my rent and started planning my run away. I think it was a Friday night because my dad was drunk again and reminding me about handing over my pay. I went to my room and packed quietly then waited for him to pass out. It was early in the morning that I decided to hitchhiked to my room . I was working that day so I dropped my backpack off and went to work. My Mom showed up in the late morning asking me what I was doing? My sweet Mom always in denial! I told her I had my own room now and I wasn’t coming home. She didn’t argue she turned around and left . So now I was on my own! My food bills were cheap because my meals were included for free. I usually started at 11:00 am so before I would make myself 2 club sandwich and a large milk . I ate all my meals there and took home fried chicken at night . I was free and I had great plans for myself . I was going to be better then my Dad and richer when I get old. All those dreams on $80.00 per week.

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