I got my first job in 1985, bagging groceries.
Here's what it taught me:
𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲: I wanted to drive, because bmx bikes can only get you so far. My mom said get a job to pay for your car insurance (which was through the roof because teenagers = high risk).
𝗜𝘁𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆: bagging groceries, stocking shelves and mopping up pickle juice might not be prestigious, but it's gotta get done.
𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘂𝗽, 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁: Hungover? too bad. Get your butt into work, your headache is your own fault.
𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿: Some personalities just clash. You don't need to be liked by the whole team.
𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗸𝘀: I was shocked by the graffiti in the men's bathroom talking shit about the owner, who, honestly was signing all the checks. He got pretty pissed off too.
𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼: No matter what it is, there's a good way and a bad way to work. The good way is when you care about details, look back and smile.
When my path had come full circle and it was time to leave this job, I went to see John Wade, the owner, in his office over the storeroom.
I had to tell him I was quitting.
I was terrified.
But, character was built. And, as I looked down to avoid eye contact, I noticed something I still remember 40 years later:
His hands.
They looked shockingly old, weathered, and strong.
Those two hands had taken a small-town grocery store and built it into a 200,000-square-foot supermarket.
Through hard work.
I think somehow the entrepreneurial seed was planted in my young mind: I thought, dang, he did all this with those two hands. You can do anything!
I've been working ever since, but I never forgot that first job.
Persistence and determination are omnipotent.
Sr. Production Underwriting Manager at Republic Indemnity
8moHey Matt, be sure to send that Mfg prospect our way!!!