Work History Matters!

Hello beautiful people,

I owe a lot of praise to my past employers; especially the ones who took a chance on me in High School. My first job was working at a shooting range: Tuttle Creek Trap Park. I began that job at 13. Charlie LeMaster paid us $3.00/hr and he always paid in cash. Charlie also introduced us to the world of shooting and firearm safety -- something I enjoy to this day.

After a couple of years working outdoors for Tuttle Creek Trap Park, I decided I wanted to work indoors for a change. I put on my finest Levi's and marched into Walgreens with a healthy desire to see what retail was all about. They gave me an application and then asked me to take their "new employee written exam." I flunked the exam.

As I walked home, depressed, I passed an Italian restaurant, named Cory's Pizza. I greeted the owner, Ms. Cory, and asked her for a job. There wasn't a "new employee written exam," so I was hired. Cory's Pizza paid in cash and best of all: they had no objection to me eating the leftover food off people's plates after they paid their tabs. I was paid more an hour in leftover food than I ever received in cash.

Eventually I had to give up that job. My home life was a wreck and I needed an exit strategy. Ultimately I moved in with my grandparents to finish up my last two years of High School. A new town meant new job prospects. I walked into the local grocery store and asked for a job. Within a matter of hours, I was suited in a blue apron, given a boxcutter, and I was sacking groceries like a madman. They didn't pay in cash and they didn't give me free food, but I made lifelong friends that I cherish to this day.

Toward the end of High School, I wanted something new. I paid $200 dollars to train and test for my lifeguard certificate. Perhaps one of my proudest moments (ever) was learning my hard work had paid off. When my instructor, Stacy Wittman, called me and told me I had passed, I was peacocking around for weeks afterward. Little did I know lifeguarding, teaching swimming lessons, and managing public swimming pools would help me pay my bills for years to come as I worked my way through college.

In short, every single job I have had the privilege of working, has made me a better lawyer. Whether it's -- wiping down a dirty table, teaching a child how to swim, cleaning up poop in a dirty bathroom, balancing a cash drawer, sacking a bag of groceries, scheduling employees, stocking shelves, handling customer complaints, or gun safety -- every single job mattered.

Thank you to all my bosses who gave me a shot. I probably wasn't your best employee, but you stood by me all the same. And to the folks at Walgreens -- I'm a CVS guy now.

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-Greg Watt