Life Lessons
Darticle No. 4
Walk a day in our shoes and you'll have some stories to tell. Or read the Readers Digest version - and save yourself the stress.
Field of Dreams and Deadly Disease
Summer of 2000, barely 15 years old with a worker’s permit in hand, I was ready to rake in the cash money. <br>
Can Anyone Spell N-A-Ï-V-E?
Right after I graduated from the University of North Dakota, I moved to Sacramento, California, bunked with my sister and her husband and started looking for work.
Good Ole’ Chick-Fil-A
At the ripe old age of 14 and a half I got my worker’s permit and headed out to my first job at Chick-Fil-A.
Pace Yourself Kid
My first “official” job – one with a printed paycheck and a boss who yelled at you – was working for the Town of West Seneca in upstate New York in the late ‘70s.
The Hardest Hitting Man in Show Biz
James Brown nearly beat me up on my first job. It was a great job, don’t get me wrong. It was just a little dangerous when the Godfather of Soul was around.
When It Goes Down, Learn From It
It took me four and a half years to finish college. It wasn’t that I was particularly dense.
Fetching Coffee and Making Copies
My first job in Washington, D.C., shortly after 9 a.m. on any given day. The phone rings. It’s my boss: a former member of Congress who typically calls on his way in to work (late of course) with an outlandish request. <br><br>
Lab Rats and a Forgetful Memory
I worked in the third sub-basement, 45 feet underground, at the University of Iowa’s Seashore Hall.
Social Butterfly Takes Charge
Graduating college with my degree in hand, I went in pursuit of the glamorous life. <br>
