Get a Job

     “In the confrontation between the river and the rock, the river always wins…not through strength, but by perseverance.”

   

      Do you remember your first job? I will never forget mine because I can never live it down. As a naive, sheltered teenage girl who was afraid of anything that moved me, I could have died from embarrassment.

 

     I didn’t even drive or have a car, and I knew Daddy

wouldn’t be any help. Ma held out a little money from her grocery budget, bless her heart, and gave it to me. So I saved up to pay for a taxi if I did find work. I needed to figure out where to start. I didn’t have any experience. It may be best to do some volunteer work first. My school had a program called “Future Nurses,” so I applied, and they accepted me.

 

     I had my little pink and white candy striper outfit on, and it was my first night. I was

brunette 860 Midge Straight Legs (1963-67) in #0889 Candy Striper Volunteer (1964)

a nervous wreck. What if I messed up? What if they laughed at me? One of the head nurses gave me a tour of the hospital, and then my first assignment was to go around to all the rooms and provide the patients with fresh ice water. In the first room, a man was lying in bed watching television. I tried my best to act friendly, hoping to hide that I was shaking and unsure of myself. I gave him my best smile. “Well, good morning, sir; how are you today?

 

He nodded.

 

     I grabbed his pitcher and walked out of the room. I wanted to do an excellent job, so I filled his pitcher to the top with ice before adding the water. I walked back into his room and set the refill on his table.

 

     He started laughing and couldn’t hold it back. “Wow,” he said, “that will be refreshing.”

 

     “I hope so,” I said, “I even gave you extra ice.” I turned and walked out of the room.

   

      When I talked to the nurse at the desk and questioned why the man was laughing, I wanted to walk out and never go back.

     

     She told me I had not filled his water pitcher but his urinal.

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2 thoughts on “Get a Job”

  1. I knew exactly WHAT you did as soon as he started laughing. My first real job was working in a nursing home. You probably cheered him up. Did you ever go back?

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