My First Job

I started a weekend job in a bakery when I was sixteen, making pizzas. It was messy, boring, smelly repetitive work, and by the end of each day my white overalls were splattered with so much tomato sauce that it looked like I had murdered someone. I had to ladle tomato sauce onto pizza bases, sprinkle on some cheese, then place an olive and an anchovy on each one. My duties soon progressed from topping pizzas to rolling croissants and inserting the chocolate sticks into pain au chocolat. I became weekend supervisor in the packing department, where I individually wrapped … Continue reading My First Job