So this week on Way Back Wednesday..
My first job.
I did alot of babysitting when I was a teenager, but I only got paid about half of the time, so I don't really count that.
My first actual, not-paid-in-cash job was at T.G.I. Fridays as a hostess when I was 17.
For starters, I loved that job. I worked days because all the other little hostess girls were still in high school, and I had already graduated. Plus, I worked alone, which was nice, because most of the other little hostess girls were morons.
I had several waiters that I loved and I always gave them the best tables. And for a good 8 years, every time I went to Fridays I got really awesome service.
But the funniest story about my first job came when I was in training.
One of my high school teacher's sons worked there as a bartender, and that boy was hot. And coincidentally we knew each other fairly well, because my mother also taught at my high school, and his mother was my favorite teacher - so he offered to help me study for my tests.
So I went with him to another co-worker's house about 30 minutes away from home - I told my mother where I was going, who was going to be there and that I really wasn't sure what time I'd be home, and she gave her permission.
Midnight rolls around and Mr. Could-Have-Been starts getting flirty.
1am happens and he leans in for a kiss.
My fucking pager goes off. It's mom.
When I call her back, the conversation went something like this:
Mom: WHERE ARE YOU?!?!?!
Me: At Jane Co-Worker's house. Just like I said I'd be.
Mom: DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?!?!?!
Me: Yes. It's about 1 in the morning. Why??
Mom: YOU COME HOME THIS INSTANT!!!!! YOU'RE GROUNDED!!!!!!!!
Needless to say, I did not get my kiss. And Mr. Could-Have-Been never tried again.
But the icing on the cake came a couple of months later when my mother asked me why me and Mr. Could-Have-Been never dated.