When I was about 11 or 12 or maybe 13, I got my first job.
My dad knew this old lady named Romaine from working at the local grocery store. Romaine needed some help around her place. She needed someone who could climb under beds, pull items out of cabinets, scrub moldy siding and dust all her whatnots. Romaine needed a lot of help. My dad thought I would be just the person to do the work, even though it was the type of work that I had never really done before. Romaine sat smoking, watching the Price is Right on a tiny t.v. in her kitchen, while she directed me. From her kitchen chair throne she croaked out suggestions and got up using a cane whenever she needed to be more specific with her instructions. The kitchen was old, the rooms were shabby, and none of Romaine's treasures were very valuable. I don't remember how much money I made doing her dirty work, but the experience was extremely worthwhile. I remember her truisms: "a job isn't worth doing, unless you do it right." To this day, I hear that in my head when I start a task. No matter what dirty, painful, terrible chore I have to do, I know it is worth doing right and I know I can handle it because I learned how to work hard from Romaine.
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