Snapshot Three: My First Job

"You don't want to get a job yet," my dad would say to me, "you've got the rest of your life to work." I guess my parents were weird about it. I mean, I mooched off of them for as long as I could, but once I was about 16 I really needed to get a job to pay for all the things I wanted to do.

The biggest reason I had to get a job was just to have some money for myself. I was fortunate enough to not really need a job. At the time, I just really wanted a nice guitar. So I applied for one at the golf course down the road from my house. It was only a bike ride away, so I didn't need a car; and it was a fairly easy job come to think of it. The only downside was that I despised the game of golf.

Really, the job I had wasn't that bad. All I had to do was make sure that all of the golf carts were clean and ready to use, and then put them all away at night. Sometimes I would have some rather difficult cleaning jobs or I'd have to find a dead cart out on the course and drag it back to the clubhouse, but I spent most of the day not doing very much at all. What got to me was the lack of human interaction. I'd be lucky to get a "good morning" or "how's it goin?" from someone in the clubhouse before I went outside to tend to the carts and deal with rude golfers all day. I almost went insane.