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Sunday, January 23, 2011
My Experience In The Mini-Donut Factory
My Favorite Summer Job
By Anna Mae M. Tollefson
Working in a food stand at a fair can be hard work, but it is also quite fun. Let me show you. As best as I can remember it happened like this:
“Don’t forget the key,” Mary said. “I’ve got it,” LeRoy answered. Thud, thud. . .thud went the doors of the pickup. We moseyed toward the back of the stand, and LeRoy stepped up to unlock and open the door. Mary and I waited while LeRoy looked at the lock for a few moments. It was a dial combination padlock instead of a normal key padlock.
We realized LeRoy’s wife Jane must have accidently put the wrong lock on the door of the stand! So LeRoy called her. “Jane, you put the wrong lock on the door.” She said she didn’t think she had but must have acted without thinking. He asked, “Well, do you know what the combination is?” She could not remember.
He looked at it a little longer, and then said he would be back. He returned a few minutes later with an electric drill from one of his friends to remove the locking mechanism. He also had to use the drill to lock up at night too; we used that for the rest of our stay.
What? You are a little confused about what is going on? Alright, I will back up a bit for you.
In the summer of 2009 Jane Opdahl asked me, “Would you be able to help out at our mini-donut stand?” Jane and LeRoy needed extra help for the particularly busy week of the Fourth of July for their business, the Mini Donut Factory. It was the only week all summer they operated two stands simultaneously at two different events – the Polk County Fair in Fertile and the Bemidji Water Carnival.
They asked me to work at the Bemidji Water Carnival with LeRoy and Mary, my aunt. Jane and two other employees had worked the first two or three days of the Water Carnival, but they were returning to Fertile to run that stand along with many more part-time employees.
Did we have to wear uniforms? No, not really. We wore plain white tee-shirts with the Mini Donut Factory embroidered in red on them and a red neckline and sleeve cuffs. We could wear any type of pants or shorts we wanted, as long as we would be comfortable in them all day.
How did we keep track of how many donuts we had sold? Well I will tell you there is a simple little trick that makes it very easy. We used large paper clips to keep track of how many bags we sold. My aunt and I would put 25 bags in each clip till we ran out of paper clips. There weren’t too many since there were already some bags clipped in the box of loose bags where they stayed until we needed to use them.
That reminds me -- LeRoy and Jane stayed in semi-regular contact throughout the day, usually talking about if their separate donut machines were giving them trouble or not. They also had a light competition going on to see which stand had sold the most donuts; they compared the amount of clips that had been collected at each stand. It was all in fun, but Fertile won the first two days I worked. But, on the Fourth of July, more people came wanting donuts, and we worked longer and harder than the other nights and we beat Fertile!
Oh! I have not told you much about the donuts themselves or how they are made, have I? Well, there was a bowl shaped part of the donut machine that would drop the donut shaped dough in to hot lard, where they would be cooked on one side as the traveled down the length of the machine. About halfway down, they would get flipped over by a built in scoop so the other side would get cooked, and at last be flipped by another scoop out of the cooking lard onto a tray with paper towels and a rack in it. We used a hand scooper to put the donuts into bags for our customers.
Sometimes there would be a few donuts left over on the rack that wouldn’t fit in the bag; we were allowed to eat those ones! They tasted so good; like warm, fluffy, and slightly sweetened bread. I didn’t want to get sick eating too many, so I didn’t eat a lot of donuts, though I really wanted more.
You want to know about the hours? Well, we usually got to the stand about 9 to 10 a.m., but Mary and I did not start working 'til 11 a.m. and we all would finish up by 11 or 12 at night. We had a few breaks throughout the day including meal times, and had a lot of fun conversations during our non-break downtimes, though I cannot tell you what they were about now.
The whole experience was good for me and a lot fun besides. Working in the Mini Donut Factory was my favorite summer job, and even though it was a lot of work, I would readily do it again.
It's The Small Things That Matter
My First Job Experience
By Mikwam Thomas
When we first get a job, we don’t notice any of the small things that contribute to job happiness. We are too involved in learning the new, more major aspects of the job. But once we get into routines and get comfortable with our surrounding and the people we work with, that’s when the small things start to make their presence felt and make a good situation into a bad one.
My first job was at a grocery store working as a bagger and the job started out great. I liked the people I worked with, and the job wasn’t too demanding because all I had to do was put groceries in a paper or plastic bag. When I started to show solid working skills they moved me to cashier, the start of a long hatred.
As a cashier, my main job was obviously to check out people’s food and household goods. The job got to be very repetitive because at the register I would stand in the same two places for my whole shift. I stood either at the front of the register to wait for customers who were ready to buy their items, or at the register in front of the computer screen.
The repetitive aspects didn’t stop there. The conversations, after about a month, became so common I basically knew what they were going to say next. It’s always about the weather, the biggest national or international news story, or about the local sports teams. Also, I made the same movements all day from the front of the register, to the computer screen to check out the items. Then the same conversation I’ve had 20 times today to finally saying, “have a nice day.” All of this to just move on and start it all over again with the next customer.
After working as a cashier I noticed how nice people were when you were carrying out their groceries, compared to when you are taking their money. I got a lot more complaints about the pricing of the food and I got a lot more disrespect because they felt I was to blame for the inaccuracies. “I just ring the food up,” became my official slogan for when customers wanted me to solve a problem that was out of my hands.
The repetitive nature of the job and the attitude of customers toward me made for long and boring days. All of this I could handle, but that is when the management started to show their true side. Employees got treated as peons and I was no different. I never felt as though I had a secure job because I saw so many employees either leave or get fired over the smallest things. A co-worker who had been employed for four years with the company got fired for eating a donut that was to be thrown away because it had been sitting out for the whole day.
Management also became very hypocritical. We weren’t allowed to talk to one another while standing at the register because it took away our attention from the customers. This is understandable, but when a manager sits down with a friend who doesn’t even work at the store then starts to have a conversation while the “peons” are working, isn’t leading by example.
The feeling of being a “peon” went even further when after 3 years of working, I wasn’t granted a raise. In order to get that raise that I deserved, I applied at several different companies which got my then current managers to give me a raise. I began to see the down-side of my job and management and looked deeper and realized that even though I liked the people I worked with, I had to leave.
This job was an eye opener for me. I have since looked past just the main aspects of any job I am applying for, and haven’t had a similar experience. Yes, no job is completely perfect and there are always going to be some problems, but I found that it is the small things that make every day bearable or unbearable.
By Mikwam Thomas
When we first get a job, we don’t notice any of the small things that contribute to job happiness. We are too involved in learning the new, more major aspects of the job. But once we get into routines and get comfortable with our surrounding and the people we work with, that’s when the small things start to make their presence felt and make a good situation into a bad one.
My first job was at a grocery store working as a bagger and the job started out great. I liked the people I worked with, and the job wasn’t too demanding because all I had to do was put groceries in a paper or plastic bag. When I started to show solid working skills they moved me to cashier, the start of a long hatred.
As a cashier, my main job was obviously to check out people’s food and household goods. The job got to be very repetitive because at the register I would stand in the same two places for my whole shift. I stood either at the front of the register to wait for customers who were ready to buy their items, or at the register in front of the computer screen.
The repetitive aspects didn’t stop there. The conversations, after about a month, became so common I basically knew what they were going to say next. It’s always about the weather, the biggest national or international news story, or about the local sports teams. Also, I made the same movements all day from the front of the register, to the computer screen to check out the items. Then the same conversation I’ve had 20 times today to finally saying, “have a nice day.” All of this to just move on and start it all over again with the next customer.
After working as a cashier I noticed how nice people were when you were carrying out their groceries, compared to when you are taking their money. I got a lot more complaints about the pricing of the food and I got a lot more disrespect because they felt I was to blame for the inaccuracies. “I just ring the food up,” became my official slogan for when customers wanted me to solve a problem that was out of my hands.
The repetitive nature of the job and the attitude of customers toward me made for long and boring days. All of this I could handle, but that is when the management started to show their true side. Employees got treated as peons and I was no different. I never felt as though I had a secure job because I saw so many employees either leave or get fired over the smallest things. A co-worker who had been employed for four years with the company got fired for eating a donut that was to be thrown away because it had been sitting out for the whole day.
Management also became very hypocritical. We weren’t allowed to talk to one another while standing at the register because it took away our attention from the customers. This is understandable, but when a manager sits down with a friend who doesn’t even work at the store then starts to have a conversation while the “peons” are working, isn’t leading by example.
The feeling of being a “peon” went even further when after 3 years of working, I wasn’t granted a raise. In order to get that raise that I deserved, I applied at several different companies which got my then current managers to give me a raise. I began to see the down-side of my job and management and looked deeper and realized that even though I liked the people I worked with, I had to leave.
This job was an eye opener for me. I have since looked past just the main aspects of any job I am applying for, and haven’t had a similar experience. Yes, no job is completely perfect and there are always going to be some problems, but I found that it is the small things that make every day bearable or unbearable.
The Worst Job I Ever Had
My Misadventures With Stray Carts And A Pothead
By David Teeples
The worst job I have ever had began the summer after my freshman year in high school. It was nearing the end of the summer break and I realized my annual birthday and Christmas gifts would not provide financially for the needs of a teenage male. At the time of this revelation I was living in Whitefish, Mont. After a few days of searching I decided to apply for a job at the local Super One grocery store.
I obtained the position of courtesy clerk with no difficulties and soon was regularly asking grocery shoppers “paper or plastic” while hurriedly stuffing items like baby carrots and Lucky Charms into the bags of their choice.
At first, this was not my worst job ever. Actually it was a pretty good job, but there were times when I could not handle it. At Super One I would often work shifts from 6 to 10 p.m. This shift was the last one worked by courtesy clerks, such as myself, so extra responsibilities were required. These included emptying the trash cans, putting back food customers had chosen not to purchase, and making sure all the carts in the parking lot were brought back to the designated cart areas. I did not mind putting away the trash; I would often tell the 5-9 worker to do it. Putting away food did not bother me either because it made my last hour go by faster.
The job that really made me angry was fetching the lost carts. The grocery store was attached to the Mountain Mall in Whitefish. Therefore, the parking lot was extra large and wrapped around the building. Super One Foods was on the far northern end of the building, and from there the mall moved in a southeasterly direction. So the parking lot was a large mass of concrete that ran from north to southeast with a McDonald’s in the northeast corner. The last carts to be shepherded in by me, the humble courtesy clerk, were the farthest away. On numerous occasions I would have to walk to the other end of the mall just to retrieve one lost cart. In the process of doing so, I was still hungry from only consuming a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner and smelling the delicious odors of greasy french fries and mediocre burgers would make my stomach gurgle. As much as I hated the sore feet and cold hands I got from herding in the carts, this aspect of my position was not the most terrible part of the job.
We acquired a new employee at Super One Foods who made my life miserable. He did not mean to get under my fingernails and pry them from my skin, metaphorically of course; he just was always under the influence of marijuana. Usually I could avoid him and get lost in my tasks at hand. On some days, however, when it was slow, we would have to work together stocking shelves. He was not a bad person but he lengthened the time spent trying to get something done so I could go home. When reshelving our conversation would usually go like this,
“Whoa! Dude what does this say?”
“Cut green beans,” I would graciously reply.
“Oh my god!” He would laugh, “I think they printed this smaller!”
“No, no they didn’t."
“Yes they did man!” I could see the frustration growing in his face, a confused look in his eye.
He would than quickly look away and then back at me, “Do you want to smoke with me at lunch tomorrow?”
“Not really, but thanks.” The conversation would continue like that until I finished putting the cans on the shelf.
My job at Super One Foods was my first job and my worst job. But overall, it was a good job. I made more money than I ever did before and started my savings account. Today I am proud to say I was a courtesy clerk at Super One because it gave me good work experience. I am also content with being done with that job for good and moving on to better experiences in my life.
By David Teeples
The worst job I have ever had began the summer after my freshman year in high school. It was nearing the end of the summer break and I realized my annual birthday and Christmas gifts would not provide financially for the needs of a teenage male. At the time of this revelation I was living in Whitefish, Mont. After a few days of searching I decided to apply for a job at the local Super One grocery store.
I obtained the position of courtesy clerk with no difficulties and soon was regularly asking grocery shoppers “paper or plastic” while hurriedly stuffing items like baby carrots and Lucky Charms into the bags of their choice.
At first, this was not my worst job ever. Actually it was a pretty good job, but there were times when I could not handle it. At Super One I would often work shifts from 6 to 10 p.m. This shift was the last one worked by courtesy clerks, such as myself, so extra responsibilities were required. These included emptying the trash cans, putting back food customers had chosen not to purchase, and making sure all the carts in the parking lot were brought back to the designated cart areas. I did not mind putting away the trash; I would often tell the 5-9 worker to do it. Putting away food did not bother me either because it made my last hour go by faster.
The job that really made me angry was fetching the lost carts. The grocery store was attached to the Mountain Mall in Whitefish. Therefore, the parking lot was extra large and wrapped around the building. Super One Foods was on the far northern end of the building, and from there the mall moved in a southeasterly direction. So the parking lot was a large mass of concrete that ran from north to southeast with a McDonald’s in the northeast corner. The last carts to be shepherded in by me, the humble courtesy clerk, were the farthest away. On numerous occasions I would have to walk to the other end of the mall just to retrieve one lost cart. In the process of doing so, I was still hungry from only consuming a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner and smelling the delicious odors of greasy french fries and mediocre burgers would make my stomach gurgle. As much as I hated the sore feet and cold hands I got from herding in the carts, this aspect of my position was not the most terrible part of the job.
We acquired a new employee at Super One Foods who made my life miserable. He did not mean to get under my fingernails and pry them from my skin, metaphorically of course; he just was always under the influence of marijuana. Usually I could avoid him and get lost in my tasks at hand. On some days, however, when it was slow, we would have to work together stocking shelves. He was not a bad person but he lengthened the time spent trying to get something done so I could go home. When reshelving our conversation would usually go like this,
“Whoa! Dude what does this say?”
“Cut green beans,” I would graciously reply.
“Oh my god!” He would laugh, “I think they printed this smaller!”
“No, no they didn’t."
“Yes they did man!” I could see the frustration growing in his face, a confused look in his eye.
He would than quickly look away and then back at me, “Do you want to smoke with me at lunch tomorrow?”
“Not really, but thanks.” The conversation would continue like that until I finished putting the cans on the shelf.
My job at Super One Foods was my first job and my worst job. But overall, it was a good job. I made more money than I ever did before and started my savings account. Today I am proud to say I was a courtesy clerk at Super One because it gave me good work experience. I am also content with being done with that job for good and moving on to better experiences in my life.
It's Not About What You Know, But Who You Know
Caribou Coffee Has Been The Best Job And The Worst Job I’ve Ever Had
By Morgan Krause
Being a Caribou Coffee barista has its perks and its downfalls just like any other job. Crazy co-workers, friendly customers, and the pure joy of making someone’s day with a cup of coffee are just a few of the many delights that go along with the job. It all started at the Keg n’ Cork, through my mom and her many connections throughout Bemidji.
My mom, sister, and I were waiting for my aunt to celebrate her birthday. I had yet to meet Julie, but of course she knew my mom. They immediately greeted each other with smiles and friendly conversation. I was not paying much attention and tuned out the conversation until my mom asked that fateful question; “How’s business at Caribou these days?” Julie quickly responded by saying, “I won’t be there much longer. My husband is supposed to get a job on the pipeline so I had to put my two months in considering I’m the manager.” With the conversation catching my attention, I was eager to ask if the company was at all looking to hire on any new employees. I was told by Julie to turn in an application and she would probably hire me. Having no previous “real job” experience before hand, I was eager for the phone call telling me I had landed an interview.
Days and days went by and still no call. I was starting to get nervous and was even wondering if she would call at all. I was sitting in class when I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. As much as I wanted to answer, doing so would result in me getting my phone taken away. The wait to hear the news drove me crazy; all I could focus on was whether or not I got the interview. Finally school ended and I could check my messages. Julie had called and a huge relief was lifted from my chest, she wanted me in as soon as possible to sit down and have a chat.
I had one goal on my mind and that was getting to Caribou as quickly as possible. While opening the door, the smell of fresh espresso drinks and ground coffee filled my senses. It felt different walking into Caribou today than it had at other times. Today was special and I knew that whatever Julie was a bout to say was in some way going to be in my favor. I was invited to the back room by another employee and was told to just chill out and wait for her to come. The minutes seemed to take forever and the waiting was starting to get the best of me when she walked in. “Welcome to your new job at Caribou Coffee” was the first thing Julie said. I was shocked! I at least thought she would want to further interview me to make sure I was right for the position. Overjoyed with a slue of emotions I finally had an honest job and was eager to start. Without giving much direction, she gave me my first task of being to work on Saturday morning by 6:00 am. It was an early start, but I couldn’t complain, she had given me the gift of a job.
I started my job and, in time, Julie eventually left the company. I never realized it, but she made the world of a difference to me by working at Caribou Coffee. She had an infectious personality, an amazing work ethic, and most of all was a joy to work with. Losing her changed Caribou and not for the better. It’s a shame that the store hasn’t done well since she left but I’m one of the fortunate few people left that had the pleasure to work with her. If it wasn’t for Julie, I wouldn’t have the job I do today and I will always be grateful to her for that.
The Sweet Summer Job
Working At A Beer Distributing Company Was A Lot Of Fun
After working at Dick’s Sales this summer I learned a lot of new skills and was a great experience
By Riley Hirsch
Last summer I worked for Dick’s Sales, a beer distributing company based in Little Falls, Minn. It was very convenient for me, since that’s my home town. I was not a salesman, but I rode along in the delivery truck which stopped at different bars and liquor stores. All the up to Longville, Minn., 83.6 miles north This was the best job I have ever had. I got to meet a lot of great people, I found out that it is a lot harder than it looks, and I had a lot of fun.
Everyday was a new experience; I would get up around 6:00 a.m. and head to work. The people I met on deliveries were all very nice, but if you were to catch them on a bad day it was not pretty. My company had great people; they were all very nice to us helpers. They would never get mad and always asked how things were going and made sure we were always doing great. They would work with our schedule, so if I needed to take time off, I just told them and they would understand.
The first two weeks of the job were very hard. I had to learn the stores and make sure you put the alcohol where they wanted. The mornings were the worst for me; I am not a very good morning person. On the truck I would fall asleep and wake up at our first stop ready to go. After the first two weeks you got the hang of it and knew where you were and where everything was supposed to be. We were always on the move at a stop, working hard so you can get in out of there for the customers. Some of the driver’s would say” work smart not hard” and it is true, you can do something that is so easy but make it really hard on you. Some days we would have around 1,000 cases on a truck; those were the worst because I would not get home until 9:00 pm. Other days we would have around 500 hundred cases and be home around 4:00 p.m.
I had a lot of fun doing this job. We went around the areas of Longville, Minnesota delivering beer, riding on the truck just talking, and just messing around. Every Friday we would wash the trucks, but we basically just messed around soaking each other. The company supplied us with uniforms of the different types of beer we delivered. That was also a nice thing, because we got all of these nice polo’s to and a pair of pants wear around and everyone would ask where we got them. We were spoiled and it was great. My favorite thing to wear was the Coors Light with khaki pants.
After working at Dick’s Sales this summer I learned a lot of new skills and was a great experience
By Riley Hirsch
Last summer I worked for Dick’s Sales, a beer distributing company based in Little Falls, Minn. It was very convenient for me, since that’s my home town. I was not a salesman, but I rode along in the delivery truck which stopped at different bars and liquor stores. All the up to Longville, Minn., 83.6 miles north This was the best job I have ever had. I got to meet a lot of great people, I found out that it is a lot harder than it looks, and I had a lot of fun.
Everyday was a new experience; I would get up around 6:00 a.m. and head to work. The people I met on deliveries were all very nice, but if you were to catch them on a bad day it was not pretty. My company had great people; they were all very nice to us helpers. They would never get mad and always asked how things were going and made sure we were always doing great. They would work with our schedule, so if I needed to take time off, I just told them and they would understand.
The first two weeks of the job were very hard. I had to learn the stores and make sure you put the alcohol where they wanted. The mornings were the worst for me; I am not a very good morning person. On the truck I would fall asleep and wake up at our first stop ready to go. After the first two weeks you got the hang of it and knew where you were and where everything was supposed to be. We were always on the move at a stop, working hard so you can get in out of there for the customers. Some of the driver’s would say” work smart not hard” and it is true, you can do something that is so easy but make it really hard on you. Some days we would have around 1,000 cases on a truck; those were the worst because I would not get home until 9:00 pm. Other days we would have around 500 hundred cases and be home around 4:00 p.m.
I had a lot of fun doing this job. We went around the areas of Longville, Minnesota delivering beer, riding on the truck just talking, and just messing around. Every Friday we would wash the trucks, but we basically just messed around soaking each other. The company supplied us with uniforms of the different types of beer we delivered. That was also a nice thing, because we got all of these nice polo’s to and a pair of pants wear around and everyone would ask where we got them. We were spoiled and it was great. My favorite thing to wear was the Coors Light with khaki pants.
Who Would Want a 6 a.m. Wake-Up Call Every Day in the Summer?
Some Do and Here’s How They Would Love Nothing Better
By Jordan George
Over my twenty-year life span so far, I’ve had many jobs ranging from outdoor labor to work in an office. With having so many jobs, I had the opportunity to experience what work is like in many job categories. I had fun doing a lot of them and others not so much. With that being said, I’m going to tell you about my best job I have worked so far in my young career.
It all started in the summer of 2009, when my best friend became the number one golfer in the state of Wisconsin for his age. Playing golf everyday and getting paid for medaling in tournaments was the goal for that summer. That’s where I came in and became a fulltime personal caddy for him. A caddy is a person who carries the golfer’s clubs around the course and offers advice on how to approach the course. There are many caddies in the game of golf, but what makes a good one is your ability to offer advice, help the golfer keep positive thoughts and the ability to follow golf etiquette.
A typical day of caddying consists of many things. I had to clean and polish clubs before and after every round, wipe off the golf ball every time it had a speck of dirt or grass on it, count the shots it took to get it in the cup, provide personal advice on how to tackle the course, and most importantly I had to make sure my golfer didn’t lose his temper and get disqualified. I think it’s important to be good friends with your golfer. It helps with offering advice because when you respect your caddy, you really take in and consider the advice giving. When the golfer and I approach the ball, a conversation might go something like this.
“ What you thinking here George, 5 iron or 6 iron?”
“ Ah well there is a small stream running across the course 170 yards up.”
“ I’m thinking about hitting the 6 iron and laying up short of the green.”
“ Go for the green, you got a powerful swing and the ability to land the ball on the green”
“ You think so?”
“ Yah go for it buddy, pretend the stream is not there and swing away.”
A lot of times my golfer is responsive and likes my input on things. When he is hitting the ball poorly, I like to be there and help him gain that confidence back.
There were many factors on why I loved this job such as the pay, working out in the beautiful sunshine, and how I could have so much fun with friend watching and learning the game I love. This job made it possible for me to have fun and get paid very well throughout the summer. Getting anywhere from 1st place to 10th place meant that I was walking home with at least 100 dollars in my pocket. This job kept me close to competitive golf and taught me a lot about the game. To top it all off who wouldn’t love to help a friend, get paid having fun, and be out in the gorgeous sun shining down on you watching one of the greatest sports in the world.
By Jordan George
Over my twenty-year life span so far, I’ve had many jobs ranging from outdoor labor to work in an office. With having so many jobs, I had the opportunity to experience what work is like in many job categories. I had fun doing a lot of them and others not so much. With that being said, I’m going to tell you about my best job I have worked so far in my young career.
It all started in the summer of 2009, when my best friend became the number one golfer in the state of Wisconsin for his age. Playing golf everyday and getting paid for medaling in tournaments was the goal for that summer. That’s where I came in and became a fulltime personal caddy for him. A caddy is a person who carries the golfer’s clubs around the course and offers advice on how to approach the course. There are many caddies in the game of golf, but what makes a good one is your ability to offer advice, help the golfer keep positive thoughts and the ability to follow golf etiquette.
A typical day of caddying consists of many things. I had to clean and polish clubs before and after every round, wipe off the golf ball every time it had a speck of dirt or grass on it, count the shots it took to get it in the cup, provide personal advice on how to tackle the course, and most importantly I had to make sure my golfer didn’t lose his temper and get disqualified. I think it’s important to be good friends with your golfer. It helps with offering advice because when you respect your caddy, you really take in and consider the advice giving. When the golfer and I approach the ball, a conversation might go something like this.
“ What you thinking here George, 5 iron or 6 iron?”
“ Ah well there is a small stream running across the course 170 yards up.”
“ I’m thinking about hitting the 6 iron and laying up short of the green.”
“ Go for the green, you got a powerful swing and the ability to land the ball on the green”
“ You think so?”
“ Yah go for it buddy, pretend the stream is not there and swing away.”
A lot of times my golfer is responsive and likes my input on things. When he is hitting the ball poorly, I like to be there and help him gain that confidence back.
There were many factors on why I loved this job such as the pay, working out in the beautiful sunshine, and how I could have so much fun with friend watching and learning the game I love. This job made it possible for me to have fun and get paid very well throughout the summer. Getting anywhere from 1st place to 10th place meant that I was walking home with at least 100 dollars in my pocket. This job kept me close to competitive golf and taught me a lot about the game. To top it all off who wouldn’t love to help a friend, get paid having fun, and be out in the gorgeous sun shining down on you watching one of the greatest sports in the world.
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