09 September 2014
In the summer of 2008, I had promoted from 8th grade and was about to make a transition to high school. At the age of fifteen, my only concern was trying to figure out how I was going to do at a new school, however, my mother had other plans for me. She decided that it was time for me to get a job. My mother was considered more as a single mom at the time. Even though our stepdad was existent, he didn’t really do much to help out with having us grow unless it was for personal gain. My mother also functioned in a similar way. She didn’t want me to work solely for the work experience but rather for her to get some financial help out of me as well. At the time, I was a very quiet girl who kept to herself. I stuck to reading romantic novels and listening to my music while I was swinging in our neighborhood park rather than conversing with others. Don’t get me wrong, I did have friends but I preferred to be more to myself; an introvert.
So as the topic arose, naturally I presumed that based on my personality, my mother would consider having me apply to places where I could do what is necessary and not have to socialize with the customers such as retail stores or fast food restaurants; Places where people were too consumed into buying product rather than taking the time to acknowledge that you were just as human as they are. Of course, your parents always do what is more convenient for them, if not yours, mine definitely didn’t think on my behalf.
Coincidently, the next day after my 8th grade promotion, California’s Great America was holding a job fair. When my mother wanted me to get a job at an amusement park, I was astounded, outraged, and extremely resilient to attending the job fair. I did not want to go at all. My exact response was, “ARE YOU CRAZY! I DON’T WANT TO WORK AT GREAT AMERICA. WHY CAN’T I JUST WORK AT THE MALL?” and she said, “What’s the big deal? It’s only a job fair. Besides, you’re not