FIRST JOB: DAY NINETY SIX WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

My first job wasn't a paper route or being a lifeguard at a local swimming pool, but it was to go into my step-dad's high end men's clothing store called P.O.S.H and become a seasonal MAIL LABELER.  Yes my fingers went through sticky pain as I unraveled sheet after sheet of client labels and applied them to front of envelopes of seasonal catalogue envelopes getting paid 6 per/hour in the mid 80s. I was stuck in a little back room with an ADD focus of making some cash to pay for my movie and candy bar baseball card habit. It was a twice a year gig where I pulled in some major dough for a little doughy kid from Newport Beach. I was paid under the dinner table and provided a bank roll where I even saved some cash at the Bank of Newport that no longer exists. It was a job that required patience, a little unsticking skill, and lining up hand&eye coordination that I learned on the ball fields in town. Never recognized for my service by the community, never got a raise, and never got demoted. It was a responsibility and a story to share of where a passionate soul had to begin making a buck out there in the big working world. It brought me closer to the employees and tailors that already knew me at the store and opened doors for future work of doing house cleaning at the local sales guy's bachelor pad. Do you know what happens to five day old left over lasagna that sits underneath a pile of dirty dishes? So when looking back at your first job, realize its current impact remembering we all had to start somewhere- RVB