My first job was at Burger King. It was through the Diversified Occupations program at my high school that was offered to juniors and seniors. I hated Burger King. I was on the cash register, I was in the back making Whoppers and getting burned by the French Fries, and I was on the drive thru. When I applied for the DO program, I was hoping to get a job at Wal-Mart as a cashier since Wally World gave a decent discount and had their HS employees work good, school-activity friendly hours. Plus they paid better than minimum wage which was $4.25/hr in 1991. But the year before, some DO kids they had were caught stealing and for the next few years, they refused to hire high school kids.
Anyway, I got tired of working BK on Friday and Saturday nights only because my parents complained about me missing church so much. Then they complained about how much gas I was burning up going back and forth to work in their car, but they wouldn't let me ride to work with a girlfriend from school who worked there too. (Can't you tell my folks were SO thrilled about me working?
) The straw that broke the camel's back was when they got mad at me for switching with someone at work so that I could go see my then boyfriend play his last football game as a senior. They told me that I should have worked that night and not switched because that made me look irresponsible.
So I quit and since I didn't have any money to pay for my senior year stuff (invitations, ring, etc.) that next year, my grandmomma told me to order the most expensive stuff since my We-don't-want-you-to-work-while-in-school-parents were going to pay for everything. And believe me, I did.
