Coming
Of Age Final
Riiiiinnnggggg!
As my alarm on my phone woke me up to get ready. It was 7:30 and I needed to
get ready for work. I had a few small jobs here and they’re before but those
weren’t really considered a real job since it was simple chores I did for my
family. My aunty had just opened a new kiosk at Ala Moana Shopping Center
around Christmas time and asked if I wanted to make a few extra bucks. Of
course I accepted, who wouldn’t? My first day on the job was pretty hard. There
were some customers that were so rude and mean that I wanted to scream my head
off. But I couldn’t. I had to just keep my cool, and put a smile on my face
till they bought something and leave.
Customer after
customer, I was really starting to get the hang of how everything worked around
here. I knew what I had to say, how it say it and how to sell the product to
the customer. As the day passed by, it slowly came time to closing. The best part
of the day. In just a matter of half an hour I would be home to take a nice,
long, hot shower and a nicely made bed where I can just knock out. I was so
drained from wearing heels all-day and working an almost 12 hour shift that I
was about to pass out on the car ride home. I was ready to just sleep till noon
the next day but I couldn’t. I had to wake up for work again.
Even though I had
to wake up early again the next morning to get up for work, I knew it was all
going to be worth it when I got paid. 80 dollars on the weekends and 50 on the
weekdays. It wasn’t that much, but it was better than nothing. It felt
rewarding when I got my pay after each night. The feeling that I worked for
something felt good. Not like before where I would have my parents buy and work
for everything I owned. This time, I got to decide what I wanted to spend my
money on. Whether it is clothes, shoes, food, or electronics.
But with the large
amount of money I was earning for a 15 year old came a great deal of
responsibility with it. I made myself remember that I needed to save up the
money and not blow it all off on one store. I had to make sure that I was being
responsible with it as well. Not leaving it anywhere it might get lost or
stolen. Once the weeks passed by, my parents realized they amount of money I
was making and started making me pay for my own stuff. They kept on saying, “If
you want it, you have to work for it.” Which made me have more responsibility
because now, I had to buy the things I wanted to buy with my own money and not
rely on my parents.
By working at such
a young age, I realize that you can’t always rely on your parents because one
day they might not be there anymore and you have to learn to be independent and
do things your way. By working, it has taught me to be more responsible with
money, be more respectful for my parents and learn that hard work pays off. I
learned to be more respectful for my parents because its hard working and
coming home tired. But they do it almost every single day just to make our
family lives easier.