DO you remember how excited you were to get your first job?
It was kind of like winning the lotto because you'd get the opportunity to go to work.
And even if you were only earning $10 an hour, who cared. You were getting paid.
It doesn't take long though before work becomes just another four-letter word and Monday, bloody Monday, rolls around with relentless pace and precision.
Sometimes we need to be reminded how thankful we should be to have a job.
And it's taken me watching my son land his first job to remind me of that first job feeling.
When he was told he
got the job he was more excited than when we told him he could take three months off school to travel Australia.
After two interviews with no success, he was beginning to think he was a hopeless case.
My first permanent-ish job was as a waitress in a chain restaurant.
It was fun and I was earning my own income and, like my son now, I had grand plans on what I was going to spend it on.
The minimum wage seems like an awful lot of money when you've been earning zip or your parents' pocket money.
What I've learnt is no matter how much you earn, it is never enough.
Having a job and, if you are lucky enough like me to have a job in the industry you have trained for, is better than winning a one-off prize.
Please remind me of this next Monday.
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