Throwback Thursday: My First Job

Time for another Throwback Thursday!  My job in high school was amazing.  There was none of that jumping around from job to job for me.  I got my job in Grade 9 and stayed with it until I went to University.

I was a concession girl at the local arena.  This means that I sold things like pop and chips, chocolate bars, 5 cent candies and made french fries and chicken fingers.  But we also had time to have a lot of fun.  I started at a measly $6.40 an hour, which seemed great for someone who had never earned an income before.  I worked with some great girls, and in our down time (which was often), we would always have fun together.

One time we set up all of the 5 cent candy boxes with a spoon and one 5 cent candy on the far side and dominoed them so that the 5 cent candy would go flying.  That's productivity right there.

That was back in the day when I had a metabolism that didn't allow me to put weight on.  We could eat whatever we wanted while we were there.  Oh man, the self control I would need if I worked there now.  We ate french fries and at least one chocolate bar every shift. 

We were also allowed to do our homework there.  Win win situation, right? 

The other young folk that worked there were the Rink Rats.  Yes, I do believe that was their actual title.  They were the boys who would do some cleaning and go out onto the ice while the Olympia (I called it a Zamboni once and was told that it was actually an Olympia) was resurfacing the ice to move the nets.  It was the type of job that you could make friends at because you worked so closely with individual people.

It was a sad day when I had to quit that job because I was leaving for University. 

I have no pictures at work, but this is me and my booth buddy back in highschool

Throwback Thursday

Back in the day, apparently my mom thought this outfit was stylish.  What was she thinking?  I have no idea! 

I suppose the belly shirt was in style then, but clearly I was one of those kids who wasn't thin enough to pull that look off.  I guess you could also mix patters as stripes and polka dots were ok together.

Look at my wrists!  Did I eat anything besides cookies? 

A Little Throwback Thursday

I couldn't resist the urge to participate in Bonnie's Throwback Thursday linkup, so I swiped this picture from my mom's facebook.  I realize that the quality is terrible, but mybe she just blurred my face so that people wouldn't know it was me driving that beast of a car.

 

Technically this is my second car.  I had this cute little red Grand Am that was in an unfortunate accident that we couldn't save it from.  So as a replacement my dad bought me a Pontiac 6000, also known as the Goole or Ralph, as we affectionately named him.

Despite Ralph's terrible exterior, he was a great car.  He drove like a dream and never caused us any problems.  He was a six seater, which came in handy on more than one occasion.  Sometimes when my sister would drive my brother to school, he would make her drop him off down the street so that other kids wouldn't see him arrive in Ralph.  One day my mom picked my sister up from school in him and my sister told her to never do that again because people would think we were poor.  It's one thing for a 17 year old to be driving Ralph, it's a completely different thing to be a parent driving him.

As ugly as he was, you really can't complain when you are a teenager who is lucky enough to have a car.  My sister might disagree with that though, I don't think she appreciated Ralph the way I did.