My First Job Is A Rite Of Passage

A first job is a rite of passage while growing up. For me, having responsibilities that were outside of my mother’s roof was big. The minute that I had an income for my family’s household, all chores were exempt for, the worker, and gone were my days of washing dishes.
My first job was working at Elleson’s Bakery during high school. Every weekend I would wake up at 4:30 in the morning, usually by the fifth alarm I would wake up, and get ready and walk the two blocks to the bakery to open for customers at five. My, and the other girls who worked there, the job was to keep the bakery clean and work behind the counter to serve.
While I worked, I served the people of my hometown, Elleson’s is still I believed the best place to have a donut and my town loves donuts. There were many busy mornings when the shop would be packed with people wanting orders of donuts, cakes, and bread.
Working in a small business, there were compassion and reason in all of my actions at work. From giving a little girl a pink smiley face cookie to helping someone order a cake for their parent’s fifth anniversary. There were regulars who would always have the same order to customers who are stopping by in town and are from across the country, every person I encountered I knew that I was making their day with sweets and pastries
I always felt extremely grateful to work at Elleson’s because I became part of bakery family. My boss, Ken Elleson, made everything that the bakery sold with his two sons. The responsibilities that came with working was more than keeping the bakery neat and being nice to customers, while I worked, I represented the Elleson family business and I did my best to do so. I always tried to work hard and do my best for my first