Wednesday, November 9, 2011
My first big purchase
In eleventh grade, I had to get a job. I wanted a car for senior year. And I knew if I was going to get one, I'd have to earn the money for it.
The counselor at school would help you with trying to set up interviews.
And I went on one interview after another.
They didn't want me at two grocery stores. I almost got on at a gas station but couldn't pass the lie detector test. "Have you ever been fired from a job?" was the sticky point. I answered "no." But the machine said I was lying. Seriously, I never had a job before that. But they believed the machine and said I was a liar.
So finally, I got the idea to apply at this chicken place called Granny's Chicken.
I worked there from October of my junior year through the first week of August at which point they were shut down (they did cash only and that was because they hid their profits from the IRS -- but it wasn't enough to lie about it by a little, they didn't even do sales tax).
I was actually thinking I would stay there because it was my first job and I made a lot of money -- a lot because they paid in cash. Other people making, for example, $5 an hour were paying into FICA and stuff. We got a fiver for every hour we worked.
(Actually, I think they paid six or seven dollars an hour.)
So I smelled like chicken all the time. I hated going to work. I hated saving the money I earned. I hated everything.
And then I found the car that I could afford and could stand. The two are not always the same. The car you can stand is usually not the one you can afford.
So when I was finally where I wanted to be there, I went ahead and paid cash for the car and I wanted to cry over parting with all that money but I was happy to have those car keys. And driving it off the (used car) lot, I felt like an adult for the first time.
Going out with C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot:"