7 Jobs I Hope You Have – A Letter to My Teenage Son

Restaurant cashier


Dear son,

You’ve been trying hard to find a part-time job, and I’m sorry it hasn’t happened yet. You’re still at the beginning stage when you have to leave the ‘Experience’ section blank on applications, but it won’t be long before someone smart takes a chance on you and you’re launched.

I was 15 when I landed my first job at McDonald’s restaurant in Boulder. The uniforms at that time were blue polyester with matching pointed hats. Unfortunately, the only pants they had on hand were a size XXL. I had to secure the elastic with a large safety pin, which gave the pants a nice bunchy, balloony effect.

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